Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!
The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.
What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.