Where is the Life we lost in living?

With out some kind of god, man is not very intresting

Probably, indeed, the larger part of the labor of an author composing his work is critical labor; the labor of sifting, combining, constructing, expunging, correcting, testing. This frightful toil is as much critical as creative.

not fare well, but fare forward

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

If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.

The rats are underneath the piles/ The Jew is underneath the lot.