Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn? But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow.

Poetry is a means of redemption.

God and the imagination are one.

Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place, It has to face the man of the time.

It is the belief and not the god that counts.