Our distrust is very expensive.

Drive out Nature with a fork, she comes running back.

In the uttermost meaning of the words, thought is devout, and devotion is thought. Deep calls unto deep.

The moral sense reappears today with the same morning newness that has been from of old the fountain of beauty and strength. You say there is no religion now. 'Tis like saying in rainy weather, There is no sun, when at that moment we are witnessing one of its superlative effects.

New arts destroy the old.

I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. If two or three persons should come with a high spiritual aim and with great powers, the world would fall into their hands like a ripe peach.

It depends little on the object, much on the mood, in art.