See deep enough, and you see musically.

Of our thinking it is but the upper surface that we shape into articulate thought; underneath the region of argument and conscious discourse lies the region of meditation.

How indestructibly the good grows, and propagates itself, even among the weedy entanglements of evil.

To know, to get into the truth of anything, is ever a mystic art, of which the best logic's can but babble on the surface.

It is the heart always that sees, before the head can see.

To the vulgar eye, few things are wonderful that are not distant

It is part of my creed that the only poetry is history, could we tell it right.