I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.

Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.

All the great masters have understood that there cannot be great art without the little limited life of the fable, which is always better the simpler it is, and the rich, far-wandering, many-imaged life of the half-seen world beyond it

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

I always think a great speaker convinces us not by force of reasoning, but because he is visibly enjoying the beliefs he wants us to accept.

Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side.