The truth which may not be told, is the truth which cannot be told.

For watching death, and above all, after death; not death in battle, but death after battle, brings one to certain indifferences that are also a form of death.

Armed with madness, I go on a long voyage.

It is in the nature of any effort to leave something serviceable behind it.

I thought of my father's wisdom, as though it were buried in a box under a tree. As in the old song - a gold box with a silver pin. Some day I should be grown up, and I should dig up the box and turn the pin.

Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, and therein stay.

The truth which may not be told, is the truth which cannot be told.