Dreams are only the image of outward things shown on an inward mirror. But the mirror is the soul's enclosing darkness.

happiness, unlike grief, does not clamor for a chronicler.

Civilization has developed executive powers far beyond its understanding.

dreams must not take the place of actual life, nor constitute themselves a cowardly escape from it, but become rather a sanctuary in which the overdriven mind and nerves may take refuge, a country on the outer edge of this confusion, bright with the shadow of eternity beyond.

creative thought seems prone to flower in symbols before it ripens to fruit.