The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.

The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.

Hardly any one is able to see what is before him, just as it is in itself. He comes expecting one thing, he finds another thing, he sees through the veil of his preconception, he criticizes before he has apprehended, he condemns without allowing his instinct the chance of asserting itself.

The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.

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.

And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend!

A place has almost the shyness of a person, with strangers; and its secret is not to be surprised by a too direct interrogation.