For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it!

We can say of Shakespeare, that never has a man turned so little knowledge to such great account.

I suspect that in our loathing of totalitarianism, there is infused a good deal of admiration for its efficiency.

and now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motor cars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.

And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

It is worth while dying, to find out what life is.

If you start with a bang, you won't end with a whimper.