In a world of fugitives the one who stays home will seem to be running away

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.

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

The end is where we start from.

Tradition: how the vitality of the past enriches the life of the present.