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

There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.

The only wisdom we can hope to acquire Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless. The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill.

All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.

My name is only an anagram of toilets.

I am glad you have a Cat, but I do not believe it is So remarkable a cat as My Cat.

A book is not harmless merely because no one is consciously offended by it.