Mass ought to be in Latin, unless you could do it in Greek or Chinese. In fact, any abracadabra that no bloody member of the public or half-educated ape of a clargimint could think he understood.

A real building is one on which the eye can light and stay lit.

Consider the way of the scientists rather than the way of an advertising agent for a new soap.

A great age of literature is perhaps always a great age of translations.

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

The eyes of this dead lady speak to me For here was love, was not to be drowned out. And here desire, not to be kissed away. The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.

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.