The Language of the Dream/Night is contrary to that of Waking/Day. It is a language of Images and Sensations, the various dialects of which are far less different from each other, than the various Day-Languages of Nations. |
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father. |
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father. |
The most happy marriage I can imagine to myself would be the union of a deaf man to a blind woman. |
The moving moon went up the sky, / And nowhere did abide: / Softly she was going up, / And a star or two beside. |
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, / Who thicks man's blood with cold. |
The one red leaf, the last of its clan, / That dances as often as dance it can, / Hanging so light, and hanging so high, / On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. |
The primary imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I Am. |
The principle of the Gothic architecture is infinity made imaginable. |
The religion of the Jews is, indeed, a light; but it is as the light of the glow-worm, which gives no heat, and illumines nothing but itself |
The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,/ Merrily did we drop. |
The study of the Bible will keep anyone from being vulgar in style. |
The sun came up upon the left, / Out of the sea came he! / And he shone bright, and on the right / Went down into the sea. |
The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: / At one stride comes the dark. |
The three great ends which a statesman ought to propose to himself in the government of a nation, are / 1. Security to possessors; 2. Facility to acquirers; and, 3. Hope to all. |