When one looks into the window of a store which sells devotional art objects, one can't help wishing the iconoclasts had won.

Without Art, we should have no notion of the sacred; without Science, we should always worship false gods.

Alone, alone, about the dreadful wood / Of conscious evil runs a lost mankind, / Dreading to find its Father.

The way to read a fairy tale is to throw yourself in.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find our mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love.

Had Greek civilization never existed ... we would never have become fully conscious.

We must love one another or die