Contrast is the dramatist's method.

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.

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

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

Then I perceived, what I had never thought, that all these staring houses were not alike, but different one from another, because they held different dreams.

I have lived to see that being seventeen is no protection against becoming seventy, but to know this needs the experience of a lifetime, for no imagination copes with it.

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