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

And at that moment a wind came out of the northwest, and entered the woods and bared the golden branches, and danced over the downs, and led a company of scarlet and golden leaves, that had dreaded this day but danced now it had come; and away with a riot of dancing and glory of colour, high in the light of the sun that had set from the sight of the fields, went wind and leaves together.

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.

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.

Modern poets are bells of lead. They should tinkle melodiously but usually they just klunk.

Logic, like whiskey, loses its beneficial effect when taken in too large quantities.

A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders.