The characteristic of Chaucer is intensity: of Spencer, remoteness: of Milton elevation and of Shakespeare everything.
The more intensely we feel about an idea or a goal, the more assuredly the idea, buried deep in our subconscious, will direct us along the path to its fulfillment.
The intensity of your desire governs the power with which the force is directed.
Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one's hand.
The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.
Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future.
The test of literature is, I suppose, whether we ourselves live more intensely for the reading of it.
Travel is the most intense mode of learning.
A man of my spiritual intensity does not eat corpses.
A tour is the most intense, stimulating way to hear music;
it's the best form to receive it. There's genuine excitement from people. I feel like we've stepped up a level.
I mean, I love winning, but losing is a much more intense feeling.
Every day is intense and alive, whether it's travel, work, even down time, which there is so little of.
The cities of the world are concentric, isomorphic, synchronic.
Only one exists and you are always in the same one. It's the effect of their permanent revolution, their intense circulation, their instantaneous magnetism.
Fortune has something of the nature of a woman.
If she is too intensely wooed, she commonly goes the further away.
A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has mental experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than those of a gregarious man.
Don't worry about the intensity and direction of the putt -- until you get on the green!
When you think about it, we're strapping strange planks of wood to our feet and launching off of giant snow walls. It's pretty intense.
The channels of intuitive knowledge are opened according to the intensity of individual need.
The invitation to Miss Myra St. Claire's bobbing party spent the morning in his coat pocket, where it had an intense physical affair with a dusty piece of peanut brittle.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.