If some really acute observer made as much of egotism as Freud has made of sex, people would forget a good deal about sex and find the explanation for everything in egotism.

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.

Poetry is a satifying of the desire for resemblance.

One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to be.

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.

The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real.

It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.