A.C. Benson, fully Arthur Christopher “A.C.” Benson

Benson, fully Arthur Christopher “A.C.” Benson

English Essayist, Poet, Author and 28th Master of Magdalene College, Cambridge

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What a strange power the perception of beauty is! It seems to ebb and flow like some secret tide, independent alike of health and disease, of joy or sorrow. There are times in our lives when we seem to go singing on our way, and when the beauty of the world sets itself like a quiet harmony to the song we uplift.

When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.

I am sure it is one's duty as a teacher to try to show boys that no opinions, no tastes, no emotions are worth much unless they are one's own. I suffered acutely as a boy from the lack of being shown this.

The friend is the person whom one is in need of and by whom one is needed.

I believe in instinct, not reason. When reason is right, nine times out of ten it is impotent, and when it prevails, nine times out of ten it is wrong.

The moment that any life, however good, stifles you, you may be sure it isn't your real life.

I don't like authority, at least I don't like other people's authority.

The test of a good letter is a very simple one. If one seems to hear the other person talking as one reads, it is a good letter.

I expect that all of us get pretty much what we deserve of appreciation.

There remain times when one can only endure. One lives on, one doesn't die, and the only thing that one can do, is to fill one's mind and time as far as possible with the concerns of other people. It doesn't bring immediate peace, but it brings the dawn nearer.

I have known some quite good people who were unhappy, but never an interested person who was unhappy.

Very often a change of self is needed more than a change of scene.

I must consider," said Monica with a smile, "but one can't do these things offhand--that is worse than doing nothing. I'll tell you what to do NOW. Why not go and stay with Aunt Anne? She would like to see you, I know, and I have always thought it rather lazy of you not to go there--she is rather a remarkable woman, and it's a pretty country. Have you ever been there?"

A diary need not be a dreary chronicle of one's movements; it should aim rather at giving salient account of some particular episode, a walk, a book, a conversation.

I never enter a new company without the hope that I may discover a friend, perhaps the friend, sitting there with an expectant smile. That hope survives a thousand disappointments.

A man who reads at all, reads just as he eats, sleeps, and takes exercise,

I think I feel rather differently about sympathy to what seems the normal view. I like just to feel it is there, but not always expressed.

A well begun is half ended.

Keeping up appearances is the most expensive thing in the world.

All the best stories in the world are but one story in reality - the story of escape. It is the only thing which interests us all and at all times, how to escape.

Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free, How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee? Wider still, and wider, shall thy bounds be set; God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet!

Ambition often puts Men upon doing the meanest offices; so climbing is performed in the same position with creeping.

Let those whose hearts and hands are strong tell eager tales of mighty deeds; enough if my sequestered song to hush'd and twilight gardens leads! Clear waters, drawn from secret wells phance may fevered lips assuage; the tales an elder pilgrim tells to such as go on pilgrimage. Such the soft path my words would trace, thus with the moving waters move; so leave, across the ocean's face, a glimmering stair to hope and love.

As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.

One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.

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English Essayist, Poet, Author and 28th Master of Magdalene College, Cambridge