. . . too great holiness often thwarts itself and ends in trouble for the unholy flesh. - H. Rider Haggard

. . . little in the world is pretty, except the world itself.

. . . do not lie except when you are obliged, for jugglers who play with too many knives are apt to cut their fingers.

. . . the mad often see well in their dreams, though these are not sent by a god . . . The mind in its secret places knows all things . . . although it seems to know little or nothing, and when the breath of vision or the fury of a soul distraught blows away the veils or burns through the gates of distance, then for a while it sees and learns, since, whatever fools may think, often madness is true wisdom.