Human society is the embodiment of changeless laws which the whimsicalities and circumstances of men and women involve and overwrap. The realm of literature is the realm of these accidental manners and humours--a spacious realm; and the true literary artist concerns himself mainly with them.

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flown at it to hold it back from flight.

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.

In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation.

In the particular is contained the universal.

I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.