Whatever else may be said of man, this one thing is clear: He is not what he is capable of being.

I have myself a poetical enthusiasm for pigs, and the paradise of my fancy is one where pigs have wings. But it is only men, especially wise men, who discuss whether pigs can fly; we have no particular proof that pigs ever discuss it.

When a woman puts up her fists to a man she is putting herself in the only posture in which he is not afraid of her.

Every true artist does feel, consciously or unconsciously, that he is touching transcendental truths; that his images are shadows of things seen through the veil. In other words, the natural mystic does know that there is something there, something behind the clouds or within the trees; but he believes that the pursuit of beauty is the way to find it; that imagination is a sort of incantation that can call it up.

The trouble with always trying to preserve the health of the body is that it is so difficult to do without destroying the health of the mind.

A faith is that which is able to survive a mood.

The Reformer is always right about what's wrong. However, he's often wrong about what is right.