British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops.

She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.

I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.

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.

What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.

The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.