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

He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself: A day of dappled seaborne clouds.

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.

...rapid motion through space elates one.

As I am. As I am. All or not at all.

My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.

I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning.