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 still point in a turning world.

There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience.

Tradition: how the vitality of the past enriches the life of the present.

The chief danger about Paris is that it is such a strong stimulant.

Survival is your strength not your shame.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.