The destination cannot be described; / You will know very little until you get there; / You will journey blind.

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

War is not a life: it is a situation, one which may neither be ignored nor accepted.

And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness.

The river itself has no beginning or end. In its beginning, it is not yet the river; in the end it is no longer the river. What we call the headwaters is only a selection from among the innumerable sources which flow together to compose it. At what point in its course does the Mississippi become what the Mississippi means?

Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.

Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the other side of you?