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 hear it in the deep heart's core.

The world being illusive, one must be deluded in some way if one is to triumph in it.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young / And weep because I know all things now.

We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmities Than in our love

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.