Flowers belong to Fairyland: the flowers and the birds and the butterflies are all that the world has kept of its golden age--the only perfectly beautiful things on earth--joyous, innocent, half divine--useless, say they who are wiser than God.
A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.
Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!
Men are always optimists when they look inwards, and pessimists when they look round them.
Belief of some sort is the lifeblood of Art.
Christianity has been cruel in much to the human race. It has quenched much of the sweet joy and gladness of life; it has caused the natural passions and affections of it to be held as sins.