The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.
Art begins when a man wishes to immortalize the most vivid moment he has ever lived.
Night, a more perfect day.
The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.
As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams, in religion, passion, art.