Wisdom comes from disillusionment.

Poetry is an attenuation, a rehandling, an echo of crude experience; it is itself a theoretic vision of things at arm's length.

The combative instinct is a savage prompting by which one man's good is found in another's evil.

There is a prodigious selfishness in dreams: they live perfectly deaf and invulnerable amid the cries of the real world.

Love is a brilliant illustration of a principle everywhere discoverable: namely, that human reason lives by turning the friction of material forces into the light of ideal goods.

Children are natural mythologists: they beg to be told tales, and love not only to invent but to enact falsehoods.

Habit is stronger than reason.