And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? -

My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. 'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. 'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? 'I never know what you are thinking. Think.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

We should not confuse information with knowledge.

Any religion is forever in danger of petrifaction into mere ritual and habit, though ritual and habit be essential to religion.

The role of art is not to express the personality but to overcome it.

There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.