Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.

I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth.

Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams

The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?