A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

In the life of one man, never The same time returns.

If you do not push the boundaries, you will never know where they are.

We are being made aware that the organization of society on the principle of private profit, as well as public destruction, is leading both to the deformation of humanity by unregulated industrialism, and to the exhaustion of natural resources, and that a good deal of our material progress is a progress for which succeeding generations may have to pay dearly.

You must not on any account give me credit for being penetrating. I have impressed people that way before, and the result is always disaster.

Accident is design / And design is accident / In a cloud of unknowing.

Every moment is a fresh beginning.