The Heart Of Silver Falls Ever Into

Imagination Without Culture Is Crippled And Moves Slowly; But It Can Be Pure Imagination, And Rich Also, As Folk-lore Will Tell The Vainest.

For What Is The Gift Of The Poet And The Artist Except To See The Sights Which Others Cannot See And To Hear The Sounds That Others Cannot Hear?

We Only See Clearly When We Have Reached The Depths Of Woe.

Charity Is A Flower Not Naturally Of Earthly Growth, And It Needs Manuring With A Promise Of Profit.

Familiarity Is A Magician That Is Cruel To Beauty But Kind To Ugliness.