The history of an art is the history of masterwork, not of failures, or mediocrity.

where the dead walked and the living were made of cardboard.

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation, neither are they transmitted by book learning. The mystic tradition, any mystic tradition, is of a similar nature, that is, it is dependent on direct perception, a 'knowledge' as permanent as the faculty for receiving it.

Better mendacities Than the classics in paraphrase! Some quick to arm, some for adventure, some from fear of weakness, some from fear of censure, some for love of slaughter, in imagination, learning later . . . some in fear, learning love of slaughter; Died some, pro patria, non "dulce" non "et decor" . walked eye-deep in hell believing in old men's lies, the unbelieving came home, home to a lie.

A little light, like a rushlight / to lead back to splendour.

And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass

Wars in old times were made to get slaves. The modern implement of imposing slavery is debt.