Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.
One becomes more interested in a job of work after the first impulse to drop it has been overcome.
Science not only purifies the religious impulse of the dross of its anthropomorphism but also contributes to a religious spiritualization of our understanding of life.
I'm really not good with impulse control.
Adolescence is when the very worst and best impulses in the human soul struggle against each other for possession.
Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.
Sheer animated fantasy is still my first and deepest production impulse.
Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?
I have friends, some of whom are spectacularly good writers, who really want someone to edit them. I don't register that impulse. It's like the impulse for wanting a dog.
He learned that when people are very poor they still have something to give and the impulse to give it.
For me, spirit is the impulse towards life, the Eros in a person leaping forward, whereas soul refers to something possibly long. . suffering, where meanings are made, where there is a sense of this gathering of perceptions, that our death is not the most important thing, nor our life.
Poor, successful, fallible Republican party! If it could only have kept the purity of the patriot impulse of which it was born!
Sink every impulse like a bolt. Secure The bastion of sensation. Do not waver Into language. Do not waver in it.
What reason would grope for in vain, spontaneous impulse ofttimes achieves at a stroke, with light and pleasureful guidance.
For the great doesn't happen through impulse alone, and is a succession of little things that are brought together.
The impulse of modern art is the desire to destroy beauty.
Often, when I want to consult my impulses, I cannot find them.
In their choice of lovers both the male and the female reveal their essential nature. The type of human being we prefer reveals the contours of our heart. Love is an impulse which springs from the most profound depths of our beings, and upon reaching the visible surface of life carries with it an alluvium of shells and seaweed from the inner abyss. A skilled naturalist, by filing these materials, can reconstruct the oceanic depths from which they have been uprooted.
I must always have a clear image of the form of a work before I begin. Otherwise there is no impulse to create.
There's a general impulse to distract the grieving person - as if you could.