The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

They came upon themselves in a mirror and he almost raised the pistol. It's us, Papa, the boy whispered. It's us.

Ah me, thou Destiny, Giver of evil gifts.

In dreams we stand in this great democracy of the possible and there we are right pilgrims indeed. There we go forth to meet what we shall meet.

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.

There was someone there and they had been there. There was no one there. There was someone there and they had been there and they had not left but there was no one there.

It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.