It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are.

In European thought in general, as contrasted with American, vigor, life and originality have a kind of easy, professional utterance. American -- on the other hand, is expressed in an eager amateurish way. A European gives a sense of scope, of survey, of consideration. An American is strained, sensational. One is artistic gold; the other is bullion.

Thought tends to collect in pools.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.

Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the blood-rose living in its smell, With this paper, this dust. That states the point.

I am the angel of Reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door.