“Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.”

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover – but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.

The lapse of ages changes all things – time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.

Eternity forbids thee to forget.

That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.

We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand;

The busy have no time for tears.

Socrates said, our only knowledge was “To know that nothing could be known;” a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass Each Man of Wisdom, future, past, or present.

Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.

Architecture is not so much a knowledge of form, but a form of knowledge.

I find that most of us actors can’t stand ourselves in any form.

I think dance in any culture, in any form, is a true leveler.

In other words summarise intensely and deeply and keep down the lateral development. It should be a little gem of bright, quick, vivid form

Writing is the thing that sustains me and keeps me going. It is a form of self-preservation for me.

A form if it breathes some, if it has some enigma to it, it is also the enigma that is the abstract, I would think.

The present challenge to the photographer is to express inner significance through outward form.

All forms of commerce are adversarial.