creative thought seems prone to flower in symbols before it ripens to fruit.

happiness, unlike grief, does not clamor for a chronicler.

creative thought seems prone to flower in symbols before it ripens to fruit.

Anyone one loves is a potential enemy.

Dreams are only the image of outward things shown on an inward mirror. But the mirror is the soul's enclosing darkness.

There is a special blessing in old clothes, and that aside from their comfort, for which especially they are to be cherished. They confer a kind of anonymity on one who wears them gladly; all their bright places rubbed to a uniform dullness, they achieve an appearance so nearly nondescript that only a close scrutiny could learn that ever they held shape at all.

dreams must not take the place of actual life, nor constitute themselves a cowardly escape from it, but become rather a sanctuary in which the overdriven mind and nerves may take refuge, a country on the outer edge of this confusion, bright with the shadow of eternity beyond.