I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at.

There is a place called ‘heaven’ where the good here unfinished is completed; and where the stories unwritten, and the hopes unfulfilled, are continued. We may laugh together yet.

The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.

The only just literary critic," he concluded, "is Christ, who admires more than does any man the gifts He Himself has bestowed.

It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule.

A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.

Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself,' said Denethor. 'Have I not tasted it now many nights upon my tongue, foreboding that worse lay in the dregs?