Sublime

The good artist is he who can be understood; it is the bad artist who is always “misunderstood.”

we generally miss the meaning of simple stories because we are not subtle enough to understand their simplicity.

It is, indeed, in the clash of circumstances that men are most alive.

It is no valid accusation against a poet that the sentiment he expresses is commonplace. Poetry is always commonplace; it is vulgar in the noblest sense of that noble word. Unless a man can make the same kind of ringing appeal to absolute and admitted sentiments that is made by a popular orator, he has lost touch with emotional literature.

Without seeing an immense balloon rising from the ground, with Shakespeare grinning over the edge of the car, and saying, “You can’t stop me: I am above reason now.”

The best we deserve or can expect is a Fool who shall be free; and who shall deliver us with laughter.

“That is what makes life at once so splendid and so strange. We are in the wrong world.

The mystics are very likely to be the martyrs when the psychologists become the kings.

He has no longer the wisdom of the uneducated man, who says what he thinks. He has begun to have too much of the knowledge of the half-educated man, who says what he thinks he ought to think.