Surely you know that if a man can't be cured of churchgoing, the next best thing is to send him all over the neighbourhood looking for the church that "suits" him until he becomes a taster or connoisseur of churches.

As for all I can tell, the only difference is that what many see we call a real thing, and what only one sees we call a dream.

No good poem, however confessional it may be, is just a self-expression. Who on earth would claim that the pearl expresses the oyster?

Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.

The harder you tried not to think, the more you thought.

We sit down before the picture in order to have something done to us, not that we may do things with it. The first demand any work of art makes upon us is surrender. Look. Listen. Receive. Get yourself out of the way (there is no good asking first whether the work before you deserves such a surrender, for until you have surrendered you cannot possibly find out.

I wonder do the gods know what it feels like to be a man.