Most modern reproducers of life, even including the camera, really repudiate it. We gulp down evil, choke at good.
Fromage and coffee and cognac and no gods.
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
The word is the making of the world
Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.
It is the imagination pressing back against the pressure of reality. It seems, in the last analysis, to have something to do with our self-preservation; and that, no doubt, is why the expression of it, the sound of its words, helps us to live our lives.