Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.

The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.

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

I can't make head or tail of Life. Love is a fine thing, Art is a fine thing, Nature is a fine thing; but the average human mind and spirit are confusing beyond measure. Sometimes I think that all our learning is the little learning of the maxim. To laugh at a Roman awe-stricken in a sacred grove is to laugh at something today.

Of the Surface of Things In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four Hills and a cloud.

Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into.

Poetry is the scholar's art.