Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.

All dash to and fro in motor cars. Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.

The Civil War is not ended: I question whether any serious civil war ever does end.

What is this self-inside us, this silent observer, severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize us, and urge us onto futile activity, and in the end, judge us still more severely for the errors into which his own reproaches drove us?

I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics.

The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.

The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.