To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
First thought is best in Art, second in other matters.
If others had not been foolish, we should be so.
The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.
Thinking as I do that the Creator of this world is a very cruel being, and being a worshipper of Christ, I cannot help saying: ''the Son, O how unlike the Father!'' First God Almighty comes with a thump on the head. Then Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it.