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?

The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man

Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual reign?

We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.

time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.

Ambition fortifies the will of man to become ruler over other men: it operates with deception, cajolery, and violence, it is the action of impurity upon impurity.

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