Occupation: Author Birth: March 3, 1863 Death: December 15, 1947
The saint endeavors to recover a gift which he has lost; the sinner tries to obtain something which was never his. In brief, he repeats the Fall..
In every grain of wheat there lies hidden the soul of a star..
For, contrary to the common opinion, it is the wealthy who are greedy of wealth; while the populace are to be gained by talking to them about liberty….
It appears to me that it [sin] is simply an attempt to penetrate into another and higher sphere in a forbidden manner. You can understand why it is s….
Now, everybody, I suppose, is aware that in recent years the silly business of divination by dreams has ceased to be a joke and has become a very ser….
If a man dreams that he has committed a sin before which the sun hid his face, it is often safe to conjecture that, in sheer forgetfulness, he wore a….
silence is not weakness and decency is not pride.
Here then is the pattern in my carpet, the sense of the eternal mysteries, the eternal beauty hidden beneath the crust of common and commonplace thin….
We both wondered whether these contradictions that one can't avoid if one begins to think of time and space may not really be proofs that the whole o….
Very softly, but very swiftly, Last, the man with the grey face and the staring eyes, bolted for his life, down and away from the White House. Once i….
There are sacraments of evil as well as of good about us, and we live and move to my belief in an unknown world, a place where there are caves and sh….
And it is utterly true that he who cannot find wonder, mystery, awe, the sense of a new world and an undiscovered realm in the places by the Gray's I….
It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible..
I dream in fire but work in clay..
And there were other rocks that were like animals, creeping, horrible animals, putting out their tongues, and others were like words I could not say,….
There are strange things lost and forgotten in obscure corners of the newspaper..
It is all nonsense, to be sure; and so much the greater nonsense inasmuch as the true interpretation of many dreams - not by any means of all dreams ….
There are certain scenes, certain hills and valleys and groves of pines which demand that a story shall be written about them. I would refine; I woul….
For, usually and fitly, the presence of an introduction is held to imply that there is something of consequence and importance to be introduced..
We lead two lives, and the half of our soul is madness, and half heaven is lit by a black sun. I say I am a man, is the other that hides in me?.
Old stories often turn out to be true..