For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man, which to be sure he was, in a sense, for a time, and as the only way one can speak of man, even our anthropologists have realized that, is to speak of him as though he were a termite.

We are no longer the same, you wiser but not sadder, and I sadder but not wiser, for wiser I could hardly become without grave personal inconvenience, whereas …

But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.

The long blue days, for his head, for his side, and the little paths for his feet, and all the brightness to touch and gather. Through the grass the little mos…

The tendency has always been strong to believe that whatever received a name must be an entity or thing, having an independent existence of its own; and if no …

Abstraction is an exercise in a pre-assured failure. It is a futile attempt to communicate the non-communicable.

For me, reason is the natural organ of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning. Imagination, producing new metaphors or revivifying old, is not the caus…