According to most philosophers, God in making the world enslaved it. According to Christianity, in making it, He set it free. God had written, not so much a poem, but rather a play; a play he had planned as perfect, but which had necessarily been left to human actors and stage-managers, who had since made a great mess of it.

Being 'contented' ought to mean in English, as it does in French, being pleased. Being content with an attic ought not to mean being unable to move from it and resigned to living in it; it ought to mean appreciating all there is in such a position.

And we were angry and poor and happy, And proud of seeing our names in print.

A woman uses her intelligence to find reasons to support her intuition.

Where does a wise man kick a pebble? On the beach. Where does a wise man hide a leaf? In the forest.

The function of the imagination is not to make strange things settled, so much as to make settled things strange.

If, therefore, nonsense is really to be the literature of the future, it must have its own version of the Cosmos to offer; the world must not only be tragic, romantic, and religious, it must be nonsensical also.