God is gracious to some very peculiar people.
Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.
It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
God and the imagination are one.
The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what is unreal, while its first effect may be extraordinary, that effect is the maximum effect that it will ever have.
Beauty is momentary in the mind -- The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing.