Thus the man who is responsive to artistic stimuli reacts to the reality of dreams as does the philosopher to the reality of existence; he observes closely, and he enjoys his observation: for it is out of these images that he interprets life, out of these processes that he trains himself for life.

Only where there are graves are there resurrections.

What is the difference between someone who is convinced and one who is deceived? None, if he is well deceived.

Art raises its head where creeds relax.

A man who has depths in his shame meets his destiny and his delicate decisions upon paths which few ever reach . . .

Every profound spirit needs a mask.

I love him who scattereth golden words in advance of his deeds, and always doeth more than he promiseth: for he seeketh his own down-going.