Sublime

but it is not a darkness of deformity. It is a darkness of life; a darkness of perfection.

Human things are uncomfortably complex,

Because he himself bumps into a thing, he calls it the nearest obstacle; though the obstacle may happen to be the pillar that holds up the whole roof over his head.

He was one of those to whom nature has given the desire without the power of artistic expression.

The centre of every man’s existence is a dream. Death, disease, insanity, are merely material accidents, like toothache or a twisted ankle. That these brutal forces always besiege and often capture the citadel does not prove that they are the citadel.

What everybody knows is this only. That there is repetition in nature.

You cannot deny that it is perfectly possible that tomorrow morning, in Ireland or in Italy, there might appear a man not only as good but good in exactly the same way as St. Francis of Assisi.

The command of Christ is impossible, but it is not insane; it is rather sanity preached to a planet of lunatics.

it reminded me that there was in the world of to-day that utterly idiotic thing, a worship of success; a thing that only means surpassing anybody in anything;