I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?

The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.

If there is any difficulty in what I write, it is because of the material I use. The thought is always simple.

Thanks be to God we lived so long and did so much good.

You get a decent do at the Brazen Head

You cannot eat your cake and have it.