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

Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.

Past art is subject to change.

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

My mind may be American but my heart is British.

The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is incarnation. Here the impossible union of spheres of existence is actual. Here the past and future are conquered and reconciled.

The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.