It Is A Greater Joy To See

The Imaginative Faculty Of The Soul Must Be Fed With Objects Immense And Eternal.

It Makes A Great Difference In The Force Of A Sentence, Whether A Man Be Behind It Or No.

The Universe Is The Externisation Of The Soul. Wherever The Life Is, That Bursts Into Appearance Around It. Our Science Is Sensual, And Therefore Superficial. The Earth, And The Heavenly Bodies, Physics, And Chemistry, We Sensually Treat, As If They Were Self-existent; But These Are The Retinue Of That Being We Have.

I Grieve That Grief Can Teach Me Nothing, Nor Carry Me One Step Into Real Nature.

We Believe That The Defects Of So Many Perverse And So Many Frivolous People, Who Make Up Society, Are Organic, And Society Is A Hospital Of Incurables.