In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.
Poetry; a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty.
An atheist is a man who believes himself an accident.
If you study the writings of the mystics, you will always find things in them that appear to be paradoxes, as in Zen, particularly.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.
Great writers arrive among us like new diseases threatening, powerful, impatient for patients to pick up their virus, irresistible.
The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.
I had a variety of minds about me and all of them unsettled.
They also serve who only stand and wait.