...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?

War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod.

Our minds can go no further. The human imagination is capable of no further expression of beauty than the carved owl of Athene, the archaic, marble serpent, the arrogant selfish head of the Acropolis Apollo.

She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.

The whole white world is ours.

The laying of fish on the embers, the taste of the fish, the feel of the texture of bread, the round and the half-loaf, the grain of a petal, the rain-bow and the rain.

...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?