Before me floats an image, man or shade, / Shade more than man, more image than a shade.

The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds.

We cannot doubt that barbaric people receive such influences more visibly and obviously, and in all likelihood more easily and fully than we do, for our life in cities, which deafens or kills the passive meditative life, and our education that enlarges the separated, self-moving mind, have made our souls less sensitive.

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

The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.

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