No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.

The only thing one can give an artist is leisure in which to work. To give an artist leisure is actually to take part in his creation.

Quiet this metal! Let the manes put off their terror, let them put off their aqueous bodies with fire. Let them assume the milk-white bodies of agate. Let them draw together the bones of the metal.

Speak against unconscious oppression, Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative, Speak against bonds.

From the colour the nature And by the nature the sign! Beatific spirits welding together As in one ash-tree in Ygdrasail.

The Image is more than an idea. It is a vortex or cluster of fused ideas and is endowed with energy.

You have been second always. Tragical? No. You preferred it to the usual thing: One dull man, dulling and uxorious, One average mind- with one thought less, each year.