Harold Bloom is an eminent American literary critic and author. He is also a Sterling Professor of ‘Humanities' at ‘Yale University’. He has also written more than forty books that express his thoughts and opinions on vast range of topics including religion, literary criticism and other novels. Besides being an author, he has also been an editor and has edited several anthologies for Chelsea House publishing which revolve around literary and philosophical figures. His books and writings have been translated in approximately 40 other languages. In early 1990s, Bloom gained public recognition in the United States as a commentator during the canon wars. Following is a corpus of some famous thoughts, opinions and viewpoints that the distinguished critic has shared through his writings, interviews, public utterances, works, books and life. Go through the quotes and sayings by Harold Bloom on death, school thinking, success, progress, therapy, fails, rival, encouragement, inheritance, anxiety, live, reading, sympathy etc and get inspired.
Consciousness is the materia poetica that Shakespeare sculpts as Michelangelo sculpts marble. We feel the consciousness of Hamlet or Iago, and our own consciousness strangely expands.
Pragmatically, aesthetic value can be recognized or experienced, but it cannot be conveyed to those who are incapable of grasping its sensations and perceptions. To quarrel on its behalf is always a blunder.
At our present bad moment, we need above all to recover our sense of literary individuality and of poetic autonomy.
The work of great poetry is to aid us to become free artists ourselves...The art of reading poetry is an authentic training in the augmentation of consciousness, perhaps the most authentic of healthy modes.
Therefore the fathers shall eat the sons in the midst of thee, and the sons shall eat their fathers; and I will execute judgments in thee, and the whole remnant of thee will I scatter into all the winds.
To read in the service of any ideology is not to read at all. The mind's dialogue with itself is not primarily a social reality. All that the Western canon can bring one is the proper use of one's own solitude.
One breaks into the canon only by aesthetic strength.
He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
A poem, novel, or play acquires all of humanity's disorders, including the fear of mortality