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 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.

Because of a friend, life is a little stronger, fuller, more gracious thing for the friend's existence, whether he be near or far. If the friend is close at hand, that is best; but if he is far away he still is there to think of, to wonder about, to hear from, to write to, to share life and experience with, to serve, to honor, to admire, to love.

People seldom refuse help, if one offers it in the right way.

Congenial labor is essence of happiness.

People who deal with life generously and large-heartedly go on multiplying relationships to the end.

Congenial labor is the secret of happiness.

Readjusting is a painful process, but most of us need it at one time or another.

Do you know the times when one seems to stick fast in circumstances like the fly in the jam-pot? It can't be helped, and I suppose the best thing to do is to lay in a good store of jam!

The awful penalty of success is the haunting dread of subsequent failure.

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