Yet in the blood of man there is a tide, an old sea-current, rather, that is somehow akin to the twilight, which brings him rumours of beauty from however far away, as drift-wood is found at sea from islands not yet discovered; and this spring-tide or current that visits the blood of man comes from the fabulous quarter of his lineage, from the legendary, of old; it takes him out to the woodlands, out to the hills; he listens to ancient song.

Everyone's future is, in reality, uncertain and full of unknown treasures from which all may draw unguessed prizes.

It is very seldom that the same man knows much of science, and about the things that were known before science came.

Contrast is the dramatist's method.

How beautiful are dreams! In dreams the dead may live, even the long dead and the very silent.

Come with me, ladies and gentlemen who are in any wise weary of London: come with me: and those that tire at all of the world we know: for we have new worlds here.

And she would not hold back his limbs when his heart was gone to the woods, for it is ever the way of witches with any two things to care for the more mysterious of the two.