H.W. Charles Quotes

That I growed up a man and not a beast says something for me.

love needs too much help, he said.hate takes care of itself.

You deepen the injury. It is sufficient already.

...he walked up and down through life.

as the shadows assumeshapesI fight the slowretreatnowmy once-promisedwindlingdwindlingnowlighting new cigarettespouring moredrinksit has been a beautifulfightstillis.

the lies of centuries, the lies of love, the lies of Socrates and Blake and Christwill be your bedmates and tombstonesin a death that will never end.

...lies is lies. Howsever they come, they didn't ought to come, and they come from the father of lies, work round to the same.

I went to the kitchen and felt-up the turkey.

On this matter I'm inclined to agree with the French, who gaze upon any personal dietary prohibition as bad manners.

We have had for breakfast, toasts, cakes, a yorkshire pie, a piece of beef about the size and much the shape of my portmanteau, tea, coffee, ham and eggs...

my 6 foot goddessmakes me laughthe laughter of the mutilatedwho still needlove...she has saved mefrom everything that isnot here

He could take on anything and everything, it seemed, rather than leave himself time to reflect on his dissatisfaction with his life and what he might do about it.

Are there good governments and bad governments? No, there are only bad governments and worse governments.

. . .for in natures, as in seas, depth answers unto depth

the impossibility of being humanall too humanthis breathingin and outout and inthese punksthese cowardsthese championsthese mad dogs of glorymoving this little bit of light towardusimpossibly.

Origin of man now proved.—Metaphysics must flourish.—He who understands baboon would do more towards metaphysics than Locke.

He who believes that each being has been created as we now see it, must occasionally have felt surprise when he has met with an animal having habits and structure not at all in agreement.

But then with me the horrid doubt always arises whether the convictions of man's mind, which has been developed from the mind of the lower animals, are of any value or at all trustworthy.

It is difficult to believe in the dreadful but quiet war lurking just below the serene facade of nature.

Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast is a better.

Are you thankful for not being young?''Yes, sir. If I was young, it would all have to be gone through again, and the end would be a weary way off, don't you see?...

I work pretty hard for a sufficient living, and therefore – yes, I do well.

It is the most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.

as a childi supposei was not quitenormal.my happiest times werewheni was left alone inthe house on asaturday.

animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. neither do I. maybe that's why we get along

There's no point in writing my kind of stuff, when they're printing that kind of stuff. So I gave up and started drinking.

I found myself with a perseverance worthy of a much better cause.

Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.

My sister having so much to do, was going to church vicariously, that is to say, Joe and I were going.

what you werewill not happen again.the tigers have found meand I do not care.

Apprehension of a painful or disagreeable recognition made me tremble. I am confident that it took no distinctness of shape, and that it was the revival for a few minutes of the terror of childhood.

I wished that I had some other guardian of minor abilities.

I´ve given you my time. Its all I´ve got to give - its all any man has. And for a pitiful buck and a quarter an hour.

I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.

I can see wherecreation oftenstops while thebody still livesand oftendoes not careto.the death of lifebefore lifedies.

Most so-called brave people lack imagination. As though they can’t conceive of what would happen if something went wrong. The truly brave overcome their imagination and do what they have to do.

For our path in life...is stony and rugged now, and it rests with us to smooth it. We must fight our way onward. We must be brave. There are obstacles to be met, and we must meet, and crush them!

Most so-called brave people lack imagination. As though they can’t conceive of what would happen if something went wrong. The truly brave overcome their imagination and do what they have to do. 2

my poems are only bits of scratchingon the floor of acage.

The Artist, " an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.

How are his poems?""He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

We’ve each given the hours of our lives in dull rote jobs for other men’s profit, and have been asked to be grateful for doing that.

A faithful dependent, I overlook his folly.

What am I doing? Tearing myself. My usual occupation at most times.

Animals are inspirational. They don’t know how to lie. They are natural forces.

no concept of danger, reality, flow or compassion. you can feel the despair escaping from their machines, their lives as hopeless and as numbed as yours.

Ithink that theworld should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, justcats andrain, rain and cats, very nice, goodnight.

That's your response to everything: drink?""No, that's my response to nothing.

I hope I know my own unworthiness, and that I hate and despise myself and all my fellow-creatures as every practicable Christian should.

He had no notion of meeting danger half-way. When it came upon him, he confronted it, but it must come before he troubled himself.