A people always ends by resembling its shadow.

Not to engage in the pursuit of ideas 

is to live like ants 

instead of like men.

The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass, 

it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

A good conscience is a continual Christmas.

The pursuit of perfection, then, 

is the pursuit of sweetness and light.

We haven't really paid much attention to thought as a process. 

We have engaged in thoughts, 

but we have only paid attention to the content, 

not to the process.

One eye sees, 

the other feels.

I don't pretend we have all the answers. 

But the questions are certainly worth thinking about.

An artist is a dreamer 

consenting to dream 

of the actual world.

Anything becomes interesting if you look at it long enough.

Imagination is the Discovering Faculty, 

pre-eminently. 

It is that which penetrates into the unseen worlds around us, 

the worlds of Science.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, 

it's to deliver people 

from the limited ways 

in which they see 

and feel.

But however measurable, 

there is much more life in music 

than mathematics or logic 

ever dreamed of.

The work an unknown good man has done 

is like a vein of water flowing 

hidden underground, 

secretly making the ground green.

It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. 

Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.

Of all tyrannies 

a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims 

may be the most oppressive.