No single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings - the things thus grow Until we know them and name them. By degrees They melt, and are no more the things we know.

Violence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

So it is more useful to watch a man in times of peril, and in adversity to discern what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off, reality remains.

... we in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.

And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.

Continual dropping wears away a stone.