Prayer must never be answered: if it is, it ceases to be prayer and becomes correspondence.

I played with an idea, and grew willful; tossed it into the air; transformed it; let it escape and recaptured it; made it iridescent with fancy, and winged it with paradox.

It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings.

As long as war is regarded as wicked, it will always have its fascination. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular.

He thinks like a Tory, and talks like a Radical, and that's so important nowadays.

There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation.

One should always be a little improbable.