There is no appeal from the ways of the world, which must continue on its own terms or take us all down with it into chaos and confusion.

Wit is the only wall between us and the dark.

To be what no one ever was, to be what everyone has been: Freedom is the mean of those extremes that fence all effort in.

It’s a curious thing. I suppose most people think of artists as impatient but I don’t know of any first-rate artist who hasn’t manifested in his career an appalling patience, a willingness to wait and to do his best now in the expectation that next year he will do better.

Weightless in water, swift as the wind, Subtle of purpose - a feather blown - I go with my oarsmen where they will, My beautiful body and theirs all one.

Respect for the Truth is an acquired taste.

Memory performs the impossible for man by the strength of his divine arms; holds together past and present, beholding both, existing in both, abides in the flowing, and gives continuity and dignity to human life.