Have you ever thought, when something dreadful happens, 'a moment ago things were not like this; let it be then, not now, anything but now'? And you try and try to remake then, but you know you can't. So you try to hold the moment quite still and not let it move on and show itself.

Sometimes, I think, our impulses come not from the past, but from the future.

The best way of forgetting how you think you feel is to concentrate on what you know you know.

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more.

It is never wise to turn aside from knowing, however the knowing comes.

It does not do to neglect the gods of a place, whoever they may be. In the end, they are all one.

It seems to me you can be awfully happy in this life if you stand aside and watch and mind your own business, and let other people do as they like about damaging themselves and one another. You go on kidding yourself that you're impartial and tolerant and all that, then all of a sudden you realize you're dead, and you've never been alive at all.