 Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end. A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a variegated, dramatic life. How may we see in them all that is to be seen in them by the finest senses?  The Personalist - Pàgina 6editat per - 1924Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Thomas Sharper Knowlson - 1918 - 324 pàgines
...we must be either one or 1 Walter Pater. By Ferris Greenslet, p. 52. * " Every moment," he says, " some form grows perfect in hand or face ; some tone...is irresistibly real and attractive to us — for the moment only. Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself is the end. A counted number of... | |
 | William Vaughn Moody, Robert Morss Lovett - 1918 - 544 pàgines
...these moments is to make each yield the most poignant and exquisite sensation of which it is capable. " Every moment some form grows perfect in hand or face;...intellectual excitement is irresistibly real and attractive for us—for that moment only." This is pure paganism—a philosophic expression of "Gather ye rosebuds... | |
 | Floyd Dell - 1921 - 414 pàgines
...a book, brought it back, and began to read sentences quietly, with brooding pauses, from a page: " Every moment some form grows perfect in hand or face;...of experience, but experience itself, is the end. . . . How shall we pass most swiftly from point to point, and be present always at the focus where... | |
 | Logan Pearsall Smith - 1920 - 264 pàgines
...the changing lineaments, and tinged the eyelids and the hands. The Renaissance, pp. 129-30. EPILOGUE EVERY moment some form grows perfect in hand or face;...intellectual excitement is irresistibly real and attractive for us, — for that moment only. Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end. A... | |
 | Logan Pearsall Smith - 1920 - 272 pàgines
...some mood of passion or insight or intellectual excitement is irresistibly real and attractive for us, — for that moment only. Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end. A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a variegated, dramatic life. How may we see in them... | |
 | Walter Pater - 1922 - 272 pàgines
...culture, towards the human spirit, is to rouse, to startle it to a life of constant and eager observation. Every moment some form grows perfect in hand or face...that moment only. Not the fruit of experience, but "A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a variegated, dramatic life. How may we see in them... | |
 | Holbrook Jackson - 1922 - 410 pàgines
...speculative culture, towards the human spirit is to rouse, to startle it into sharp and eager observation. Every moment some form grows perfect in hand or face;...intellectual excitement is irresistibly real and attractive for us,—for that moment only. Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end. A counted... | |
 | Friedrich W. D. Brie - 1923 - 328 pàgines
...culture, towards the human spirit, is to rouse, to startle it to a life of constant and eager observation. Every moment some form grows perfect in hand or face...hills or the sea is choicer than the rest; some mood oi: passion or insight 5 or intellectual excitement is irresistibly real and attractive to us, —... | |
 | Charles Edward Montague - 1924 - 244 pàgines
...visible world as fair as the descant written in its honour in the book that lies open on his knees: Every moment some form grows perfect in hand or face;...of experience, but experience itself, is the end. A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a variegated, dramatic life. How may we see in them... | |
 | Robert Thurston Hopkins - 1925 - 290 pàgines
...Walter Pater had a similar power, and he put this idea into words of incomparable illumination : " Every moment some form grows perfect in hand or face...real and attractive to us — for that moment only." The ability to divine the meaning of experience in this way belongs to Kipling. Those moments pass... | |
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