A man cannot be wise enough to be a great artist without being wise enough to wish to be a philosopher.

Exactly what the fairy tale does is this: it accustoms him for a series of clear pictures to the idea that these limitless terrors had a limit, that these shapeless enemies have enemies in the knights of God, that there is something in the universe more mystical than darkness, and stronger than strong fear.

We are always giving foreign names to very native things. If there is a thing that reeks of the glorious tradition of the old English tavern, it is toasted cheese. But for some wild reason we call it Welsh rarebit. I believe that what we call Irish stew might more properly be called English stew, and that it is not particularly familiar in Ireland.

Any one thinking of the Holy Child as born in December would mean by it exactly what we mean by it; that Christ is not merely a summer sun of the prosperous but a winter fire for the unfortunate.

The thing that cannot be defined is the first thing; the primary fact.

Lord! what a strange world in which a man cannot remain unique even by taking the trouble to go mad!

Nothing can ever overcome that one enormous sex (female) superiority that even the male child is born closer to his mother than to his father.