Since all things are God, in all things thou seest just so much of God as thy capacity affordeth thee.

Chinese civilisation is so systematic that wild animals have been abolished on principle.

If you examine the highest poetry in the light of common sense, you can only say that it is rubbish; and in actual fact you cannot so examine it at all, because there is something in poetry which is not in the words themselves, which is not in the images suggested by the words 'O windy star blown sideways up the sky!' True poetry is itself a magic spell which is a key to the ineffable.

Science is always discovering odd scraps of magical wisdom and making a tremendous fuss about its cleverness.

Light, Life and Love are like three glow-worms at thy feet: the whole universe of stars, the dewdrops on the grass whereon thou walkest!

I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way my mother used to make them.

Truth! Truth! Truth! crieth the Lord of the Abyss of Hallucinations