What the world's million lips are searching for, must be substantial somewhere.

Love comes in at the eye.

I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere and careful English.

People are responsible for their opinions, but Providence is responsible for their morals.

Labor is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul, Nor beauty born out of its own despair, Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil. O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. . . . I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance - the revolt of the soul against the intellect.