Fit for kings, formal gardens afford an earthly Elysium and the odd impression that we mere men might actually control nature for a time.

A little light, like a rushlight / to lead back to splendour.

In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.

Christ can very well stand as an heroic figure. The hero need not be of wisdom all compounded. Also he is not wholly to blame for the religion that's been foisted on to him.

I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever.

Consider the way of the scientists rather than the way of an advertising agent for a new soap.

If the individual, or heretic, gets hold of some essential truth, or sees some error in the system being practiced, he commits so many marginal errors himself that he is worn out before he can establish his point.