But it seems that something has happened that has never happened before: though we know not just when, or why, or how, or where.

No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)

If you will not have God (and He is a jealous God), you should pay your respects to Hitler or Stalin.

And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end.

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.