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

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?

Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.

The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.