Top Highlights

• What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident?
• And are there not moods which need heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland for their expression, no less than this dilapidated earth?
• Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.
• The admired and desired are only safe if one says "God bless them" when one's eyes are upon them.
• Fable makes all things perfect in their kind,