When superstition is allowed to perform the task of old age in dulling the human temperament, we can say goodbye to all excellence in poetry, in painting, and in music.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Superstition is the poison of the mind.
Therefore let men withdraw themselves from errors; and laying aside corrupt superstitions, let them acknowledge their Father and Lord, whose excellence cannot be estimated, nor His greatness perceived, nor His beginning comprehended.
Aging is not uncomplicated. Creativity is an extraordinary help against destructive demons.
In every age poets and social reformers have tried to stimulate the people of their own time to a nobler life by enchanting stories of the virtues of the heroes of old.
Superstition is the need to view the world in terms of simple cause and effect.
Superstition? Who can define the boundary line between the superstition of yesterday and the scientific fact of tomorrow?
New poems no longer come to me with their prodigies of metaphor and assonance. Prose endures. I feel the circles grow smaller, and old age is a ceremony of losses, which is, on the whole, preferable to dying at forty-seven or fifty-two.
Every old poem is sacred.
Superstition is the poetry of life.
Whatever poet, orator or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.