The past exudes legend: one can't make pure clay of time's mud.
Tomorrow the world is not the same as today, though God listens with the same ear.
You see in others who you are.
Prufrock had measured out his life with measuring spoons; Dubin, in books resurrecting the lives of others.
In my dreams I ate and I ate my dreams.
Some men are by nature explorers; my nature is to stay under the same moon and stars, and if the weather is wet, under the same roof. It's a strange world, why make it stranger?