What you look at hard seems to look at you.

The poetical language of an age should be the current language heightened.

The Indian gods are imposing, the Greek gods are not. Indeed they are not brave, not self-controlled, they have no manners, they are not gentlemen and ladies.

You do not mean by mystery what a Catholic does. You mean an interesting uncertainty: the uncertainty ceasing interest ceases also.... But a Catholic by mystery means an incomprehensible certainty: without certainty, without formulation there is no interest;... the clearer the formulation the greater the interest.

Glory be to God for dappled things.

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!

Searching nature I taste self but at one tankard, that of my own being.