Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

History has its truth, and so has legend. Legendary truth is of another nature than historical truth. Legendary truth is invention whose result is reality. Furthermore, history and legend have the same goal; to depict eternal man beneath momentary man.

Prayer is an august avowal of ignorance.

...The girls chirped and chatted like uncaged warblers. They were delirious with joy... Intoxications of life’s morning! Enchanted years! The wing of a dragonfly trembles! Oh, reader, whoever you may be, do you have such memories? Have you walked in the underbrush, pushing aside branches for the charming head behind you? Have you slid laughing, down some slope wet with rain, with the woman you loved?

...mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.