My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.

He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness is not a necessary virtue.

I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.

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

Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the castigation of offenders.

There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.

Night, a more perfect day.