Humankind Can't Stand Too Much Reality.

I Hate University Towns And University People, Who Are The Same Everywhere, With Pregnant Wives, Sprawling Children, Many Books And Hideous Pictures On The Walls ... Oxford Is Very Pretty, But I Don't Like To Be Dead.

In The Faint Moonlight, The Grass Is Singing

When The Gods Know That A God Hath Fallen, With This Kindly Feeling They Do Encourage Him-- Be Thou A God Again And Again.

Men Dislike Being Awakened From Their Death In Life.

There Is No Absolute Point Of View From Which Real And Ideal Can Be Finally Separated And Labelled.