The true ideal is not opposed to the real but lies in it; and blessed are the eyes that find it.

The secret of force in writing lies not so much in the pedigree of nouns and adjectives and verbs, as in having something that you believe in to say, and making the parts of speech vividly conscious of it.

Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not.

To put more faith in lies and hate than truth and love, is the true atheism.