Beautiful things, when taste is formed, are obviously and unaccountably beautiful.
What is false in the science of facts may be true in the science of values.
Plasticity loves new moulds because it can fill them, but for a man of sluggish mind and bad manners there is decidedly no place like home.
Chaos is perhaps at the bottom of everything.
A sanctity hangs about the sources of our being, whether physical, social, or imaginary.
The effort of art is to keep what is interesting in existence, to recreate it in the eternal.