I don't think the mystical experience can be verbalized. When the ego disappears, so does power over language.

A poet feels the impulse to create a work of art when the passive awe provoked by an event is transformed into a desire to express that awe in a rite of worship.

I don't think the mystical experience can be verbalized. When the ego disappears, so does power over language.

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

Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself.

Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow.

Our researchers into Public Opinion are content That he held the proper opinions for the time of year; When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went. He was married and added five children to the population, Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation, And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education. Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd: Had everything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.