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

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.

There is no beauty or romance or mystery in the sea except for the men that sail abroad upon it, and those who stay at home and dream of them.

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

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

Bricks without straw are more easily made than imagination without memories.

It has always struck me that one of the readiest ways of estimating a country's regard for law is to notice what arms the officers of the law are carrying: in England it is little batons, in France swords, in many countries revolvers, and in Russia the police used to have artillery.