The House of Joy

“A man who dreams, and knows that he is dreaming, thinks he knows what waking is; but knows it so little, that he mistakes, one after another, many a vague and dim change in his dream for an awaking. When the true waking comes at last, he is filled and overflowed with the power of its reality. So, likewise, one who, in the darkness, lies waiting for the light about to be struck, and trying to conceive, with all the force of his imagination, what the light will be like, is yet, when the reality flames up before him, seized as by a new and unexpected thing, different from and beyond all his imagining. He feels as if the darkness were cast to an infinite distance behind him.””

— Laurence Housman

“For her heart, I know that cannot grow old; and while the heart is young, man may laugh Old Time in the face, and dare him to do his worse.””

— Laurence Housman

“I never had been by any means a book-worm; but the very outside of a book had a charm to me. It was a kind of sacrament”

— Laurence Housman

“What is time, but the airy ocean in which ghosts come and go!””

— Laurence Housman

“And when we met amid the shadows, we were wrapped in the mantle of love, and from its folds looked out fearless on the ghostly world about us. Ghosts or none, they never annoyed us. Our love was a talisman, yea, an elixir of life, which made us equal to the twice-born”

— Laurence Housman

“Self-love is the foulest of all foul feeders, and will defile that it may devour.””

— Laurence Housman