The imagination is the liberty of the mind It is intrpeid and eager and the extreme of its achievement lies in abstraction.

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.

The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

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.

An old argument with me is that the true religious force in the world is not the church, but the world itself: the mysterious callings of Nature and our responses.

True villains are extremely photogenic.