I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And there I found myself more truly and more strange.

Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.

Yet there is no spring in Florida, neither in boskage perdu, nor on the nunnery beaches.

Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood.

So, too, if, to our surprise, we should meet one of these morons whose remarks are so conspicuous a part of the folklore of the world of the radio--remarks made without using either the tongue or the brain, spouted much like the spoutings of small whales--we should recognize him as below the level of nature but not as below the level of the imagination.

Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them.

One's ignorance is one's chief asset.