Josephine Hart quotes:

Men and women find all sorts of ways to be together, all sorts of ways. Yours was high and dangerous. Most of us stay on the lower paths.

We learn from tragedy. Slowly.

Lucky people should hide. Pray the days of wrath do not visit their home.

We say that life is sweet, its satisfactions deep. All this we say, as we sleepwalk our time through years of days and nights. We let time cascade over us like a waterfall, believing it to be never-ending. Yet each day that touches us, and every man in the world, is unique; irredeemable; over. And just another Monday.

Poetry has never let me down. Without poetry, I would have found life less comprehensible, less bearable and infinitely less enjoyable.

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives.

We are here to add to the sum of human goodness. To prove the thing exists.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

That is my story, simply told. Please do not ask again. I have told you in order to issue a warning. I have been damaged. Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Poetry contains almost all you need to know about life.

All damaged people are dangerous. Survival makes them so.' 'Why?' 'Because they have no pity. They know what others can survive, as they did.

The passion that transforms life, and art, did not seem to be mine. But in all essentials, my life was a good performance.

Television ... the new gladiatorial arena.

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outline all our lives.

Time, for a man who has never truly felt a second of it, it not a great sacrifice

My mother insured that a life of petty facts and dutiful farming was kept at bay by her passionate intensity, which nurtured the essential dreaminess of his nature

They say that childhood forms us, that those early influences are the key to everything. Is the peace of the soul so easily won? Simply the inevitable result of a happy childhood. What makes childhood happy? Parental harmony? Good health? Security? Might not a happy childhood be the worst possible preparation for life? Like leading a lamb to the slaughter.

There is an internal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines in our lives. Those who are lucky enough to find it, ease like water over a stone, onto its fluid contours, and are home.

Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since

To appear unambitious amongst the ambitious is to invite loathing or fear. To be in the game, but not playing with intent to win, is to be the enemy.

Our sanity depends essentially on a narrowness of vision--the ability to select the elements vital to survival, while ignoring the great truths.

Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.

We do have choice, but not without some agony.

Very odd, old age. Always knew it would happen, if I was lucky. I just didn't expect it so soon.

A concealed truth, that's all a lie is. Either by omission or commission we never do more than obscure. The truth stays in the undergrowth, waiting to be discovered.

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

I am prepared to accept from others their own version of reality. I think it is a basic freedom really, to create one's own reality from whatever truths are available.