“Didst THOU say, in the dark of thy own unconscious self, 'Let beauty be; let truth seem!' and straightway beauty was, and truth but seemed?»
Man dreams and desires; God broods and wills and quickens. When a man dreams his own dream, he is the sport of his dream; when Another gives it him, that Other is able to fulfil it.
I have never again sought the mirror. The hand sent me back: I will not go out again by that door! «All the days of my appointed time will I wait till my change come.»
Now and then, when I look round on my books, they seem to waver as if a wind rippled their solid mass, and another world were about to break through.”