A great truth is a truth whose opposite is also a truth.

Has the world ever been changed by anything save the thought and its magic vehicle the Word?

He thought what a fine thing it was that people made music all over the world, even in the strangest settings – probably even on polar expeditions.

A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has mental experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than those of a gregarious man.

And then the sly arch-lover that he was, he said the subtlest thing of all: that the lover was nearer the divine than the beloved; for the god was in the one but not in the other - perhaps the tenderest, most mocking thought that ever was thought, and source of all the guile and secret bliss the lover knows.

Solitude produces originality, bold and astonishing beauty, poetry. But solitude also produces perverseness, the disproportianate, the absurd and the forbidden.

Art is the funnel, as it were, through which spirit is poured into life.