Science is nothing but developed perception, interpreted intent, common sense rounded out and minutely articulated.

Emotion is primarily about nothing and much of it remains about nothing to the end.

We do right enough darling, if we go wrong together.

Popular poets are the parish priests of the Muse, retailing her ancient divinations to a long since converted public.

All language is rhetorical, and even the senses are poets.

The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.

The hunger for facile wisdom is the root of all false philosophy.