for what is the gift of the poet and the artist except to see the sights which others cannot see and to hear the sounds that others cannot hear?
It is only to those who have never lived that death ever can seems beautiful.
Imagination without culture is crippled and moves slowly; but it can be pure imagination, and rich also, as folk-lore will tell the vainest.
Belief of some sort is the lifeblood of Art.
The scorn of genius is the most arrogant and the most boundless of all scorn.
You know the Ark of Israel and the calf of Belial were both made of gold. Religion has never yet changed the metal of her one adoration.