My days and dreams

Old St. Pancras Churchyard even now, though dominated by the huge gasometers of Wharf Road and backed against the roaring traffic of the Midland Railway, preserves something of...

I was also fortunate enough, when I was about fifteen, to come in for the reversion of a cupboard full of chemical apparatus, which had belonged to my eldest brother, and here i...

In politics he was a strong Liberal—indeed in his most active period a philosophic Radical of the Mill school, and gave strong support to Henry Fawcett during the time when the...

If I had nursed in my mind any sentiment of romance in connection with ecclesiastical affairs, it was soon expelled by these experiences. A peep behind the scenes was enough. Th...

But by ’71 and ’72 I began to feel that continued existence in my surroundings was becoming impossible to me. The tension and dislocation of my life was increasing, and I became...

The modern Women’s Movement was just beginning to take shape at that time. And there was at Leeds three women—all remarkable characters in their way—who were very much in eviden...

And behind it all there was that other need—which I have already mentioned more than once—that of my affectional nature, that hunger which had indeed hunted me down since I was...

My forced stay at Brighton brought out into strong relief the contrast between the old life and the new. I felt more than ever the futility and irksomeness of the old order. I m...

On the other hand Trelawny in the Preface to his _Records_ says of Shelley: “After glancing one day at an old Italian romance, in which a knight of Malta throws down the gauntle...

I cannot say that, adopting the commercial standard, the experiment at Millthorpe could at any time be called _paying_. At the same time it was never (to me) disheartening. Taki...

I remember one day—in later years when Annie, the daughter, had gone away to work in Sheffield—speaking to her mother about the girl (whose absence I knew she felt) and saying r...

Of course, after reading Thoreau’s _Walden_, whatever simplifications I may have effected in my own household management seemed very negligible and unimportant. Still I felt tha...

One must hope and suppose that the move was for the better; but what a long crucifixion is the life of the people! You escape from the horrors of the Russian army—from being pre...

The London Press—when it did deign to notice my work—followed the same sort of lead; and it was left (as usual) to comparative outsiders to make any real discovery in the matter...

One idea, which runs all through the book—namely, that of there being three great stages of Consciousness: the simple consciousness (of the animal or of primitive man), the self...

Among those who came from time to time to speak for our Socialist group in Sheffield or to stay at our “Commonwealth” Café were, besides William Morris, two notable personalitie...

This was Henry B. Cotterill—a schoolfellow of mine at the Brighton College—where indeed his father was headmaster. About the time (1875 or so) when I was lecturing Astronomy at...

The years from 1881 onward were certainly a new era for me. They not only brought me _Towards Democracy_, but they marked the oncoming of a great new tide of human life over the...

For the Theosophist societies I spoke occasionally, in Birmingham, Liverpool, Manchester, Sheffield, and elsewhere—weaving in some amount of Indian philosophy (the Upanishads, e...

Herr Federn was not very fortunate in his choice of a title. _Wenn die Menschen reif zur Liebe werden_ is only a rather heavy paraphrase of _Love’s Coming-of-Age_, and the text...

A supply of Small Holdings (holdings say up to thirty acres in size[33]) on a really secure basis would do an immense work in liberating the social life of the rural workers. Fo...

Perhaps this gives the most general and accepted view on the subject—a view of old age as something a little dull, a little ineffectual, consoling itself with verses and good ad...

In my little individual way I experience something of the same kind. I feel a curious sense of joy in observing—as at my age one is sometimes compelled to do—the natural and ine...

=The Art of Creation.= Being the second Anniversary Lecture of the Larmer Sugden Memorial, delivered at the William Morris Labour Church, at Leek, by Edward Carpenter, and print...

_Towards Democracy_, 71, 99; its inception, 106, and birth, 108; continuation, 109, 146; publication, 112, 125, 142, 190 ff.; early criticisms of, 192, 193; early editions, 194...