Who would care to question the ground of forgiveness or compassion.

It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.

I remember my youth... the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men.

It is respectable to have no illusions, and safe, and profitable and dull.

The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells, too, by Jove! - breathe dead hippo, so as to speak, and not be contaminated. And there, don't you see? your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in - your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, back-breaking business.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.