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Last updated on November 22, 2024.
Henry Valentine Miller was an American novelist. He broke with existing literary forms and developed a new type of semi-autobiographical novel that blended character study, social criticism, philosophical reflection, stream of consciousness, explicit language, sex, surrealist free association, and mysticism. His most characteristic works of this kind are Tropic of Cancer, Black Spring, Tropic of Capricorn, and the trilogy The Rosy Crucifixion, which are based on his experiences in New York and Paris. He also wrote travel memoirs and literary criticism, and painted watercolors.
If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.
I see America spreading disaster. I see America as a black curse upon the world. I see a long night settling in and that mushroom which has poisoned the world withering at the roots.
Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.
There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy.
No man is great enough or wise enough for any of us to surrender our destiny to. The only way in which anyone can lead us is to restore to us the belief in our own guidance.
Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.
Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything except his own nature.
The real leader has no need to lead - he is content to point the way.
The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.
I have never been able to look upon America as young and vital but rather as prematurely old, as a fruit which rotted before it had a chance to ripen.
Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
What is not in the open street is false, derived, that is to say, literature.
The new always carries with it the sense of violation, of sacrilege. What is dead is sacred; what is new, that is different, is evil, dangerous, or subversive.
Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.
True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.
Until we accept the fact that life itself is founded in mystery, we shall learn nothing.
Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.
Example moves the world more than doctrine. The great exemplars are the poets of action, and it makes little difference whether they be forces for good or forces for evil.
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.
The legal system is often a mystery, and we, its priests, preside over rituals baffling to everyday citizens.
The world is the mirror of myself dying.
The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.
The one thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough is love.
I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.
We live at the edge of the miraculous.
Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.
The ordinary man is involved in action, the hero acts. An immense difference.
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
Whatever needs to be maintained through force is doomed.
No matter how vast, how total, the failure of man here on earth, the work of man will be resumed elsewhere. War leaders talk of resuming operations on this front and that, but man's front embraces the whole universe.
Honest criticism means nothing: what one wants is unrestrained passion, fire for fire.
The world is not to be put in order; the world is order, incarnate. It is for us to harmonize with this order.
Instead of asking 'How much damage will the work in question bring about?' why not ask 'How much good? How much joy?'
In expanding the field of knowledge we but increase the horizon of ignorance.
We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.
Music is a beautiful opiate, if you don't take it too seriously.
In this age, which believes that there is a short cut to everything, the greatest lesson to be learned is that the most difficult way is, in the long run, the easiest.
Life is 440 horsepower in a 2-cylinder engine.
To live without killing is a thought which could electrify the world, if men were only capable of staying awake long enough to let the idea soak in.
Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.
One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.
An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
If there is to be any peace it will come through being, not having.
The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.
What distinguishes the majority of men from the few is their ability to act according to their beliefs.
In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.
We do not talk - we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory readings of newspapers, magazines and digests.
One of the reasons why so few of us ever act, instead of react, is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses.
Madness is tonic and invigorating. It makes the sane more sane. The only ones who are unable to profit by it are the insane.
Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.
Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring.
One can be absolutely truthful and sincere even though admittedly the most outrageous liar. Fiction and invention are of the very fabric of life.
I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.
The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.
Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.
Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything.
The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.