That which we call substance and reality is shadow and illusion, and that which we call shadow and illusion is substance and reality.

For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming.

What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is, as a sensitive instrument responsive to the world's beauty, is everything!

At night, when the objective world has slunk back into its cavern and left dreamers to their own, there come inspirations and capabilities impossible at any less magical and quiet hour. No one knows whether or not he is a writer unless he has tried writing at night.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

There was really nothing for serious men to do in cases of wild gossip, for superstitious rustics will say and believe anything.

Creative minds are uneven, and the best of fabrics have their dull spots.