I did not enter into silence. Silence captured me.

If I could believe the Quakers banned music because church music is so damn bad, I should view them with approval.

Every great change is simple.

Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men!

A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.

It doesn't matter which leg of your table you make first, so long as the table has four legs and will stand up solidly when you have finished it.

As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.