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!
To my mind, it is the duty of the younger Negro artist, if he accepts any duties at all from outsiders, to change through the force of his art that old whispering ‘I want to be white,’ hidden in the aspirations of his people, to ‘Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro – and beautiful!’
Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.
The intelligence of few perceives what has been carefully hidden in the recesses of the mind.
The end is the beginning of all things, Suppressed and hidden, Awaiting to be released through the rhythm Of pain and pleasure.
Poetry operates by hints and dark suggestions. It is full of secrets and hidden formulae, like a witch’s brew.
The function of sociology, as of every science, is to reveal that which is hidden.
The cause is hidden; the effect is visible to all.
Life has its own hidden forces which you can only discover by living.
My point is there’s a hidden Scotland in anyone who speaks the Northern Ireland speech. It’s a terrific complicating factor, not just in Northern Ireland, but Ireland generally.