Quotes from William Macneile Dixon

Men ardently pursue truth, assuming it will be angels' bread when found.

Ideas, like individuals, live and die. They flourish, according to their nature, in one soil or climate and droop in another. They are the vegetation of the mental world.

Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility of everything.

Our desires attract supporting reasons as a magnet the iron fillings.