We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.

You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.

Everything we look upon is blest.

True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.

When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.

It's certain there is no fine thing Since Adam's fall but needs much laboring.

Is it not certain that the Creator yawns in earthquake and thunder and other popular displays, but toils in rounding the delicate spiral of a shell? -Yeats, The Trembling of the Veil