Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

Because I know that time is always time and place is always place and only place. And what is actual is actual only for one time. And only for one place. I rejoice that things are as they are.

Humankind can't stand too much reality.

I suspect that in our loathing of totalitarianism, there is infused a good deal of admiration for its efficiency.

The young feel tired at the end of an action, the old at the beginning.

All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords.

As we grow older, the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated of dead and living.