Edgar
Allan Poe
"Misery is manifold. The
wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the
rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch, --as distinct too,
yet as intimately blended. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow! How is
it that from beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness? --from the covenant
of peace a simile of sorrow? But as, in ethics, evil is a consequence of good,
so, in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the
anguish of to-day, or the agonies which are have their origin in the ecstasies
which might have been."
--from "Berenice"(1835)
--from "Berenice"(1835)
Proust in Against Sainte-Beuve.
"The beautiful things we shall
write if we have talent are inside us, indistinct, like the memory of a melody
which delights us though we are unable to recapture its outline. Those who are
obsessed by this blurred memory of truths they have never known are the men who
are gifted ... Talent is like a sort of memory which will enable them finally
to bring this indistinct music closer to them, to hear it clearly, to note it
down ..."
जी ए कुलकर्णी:
"...-ही सारी माणसे, त्यांनी आयुष्याला केलेले मायेचे स्पर्श, त्यांच्या या स्पर्शाचे लहान गोल आरसे बसवलेले वस्त्र पांघरून आपण येथपर्यंत निभावत आलो!"
('स्वामी',1973, 'पिंगळा वेळ', 1977)
Artist: Saul Steinberg, The New Yorker, November 1968