Every moment is a new and shocking transvaluation of all we have ever been.
Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.
I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God.
I must say Bernard Shaw is greatly improved by music.
Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.