Realism is simply Romanticism that has lost its reason...that is its reason for existing.

It is easy to be heavy: hard to be light.

Pride juggles with her toppling towers, They strike the sun and cease, But the firm feet of humility They grip the ground like trees.

One of the great disadvantages of hurry is that it takes such a long time.

Science boasts of the distance of its stars; of the terrific remoteness of the things of which it has to speak. But poetry and religion always insist upon the proximity, the almost menacing closeness of the things with which they are concerned. Always the Kingdom of Heaven is "At Hand."

Romance is the combination of something that is strange with something that is secure.

Men rush towards complexity, but they yearn towards simplicity. They try to be kings; but they dream of being shepherds.