Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
The Language of the Dream/Night is contrary to that of Waking/Day. It is a language of Images and Sensations, the various dialects of which are far less different from each other, than the various Day-Languages of Nations.
Intellect really exists in its products; its kingdom is here.
How did the atheist get his idea of that God whom he denies?
If you are not a thinking man, to what purpose are you a man at all?.
How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!