It is in their eyes that their magic resides.
Night, a more perfect day.
The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.
The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.
I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.
A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.