We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea.

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.

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

And all shall be well and/ All manner of thing shall be well/ By the purification of the motive/ In the ground of our beseeching

The difference between being an elder statesman And posing successfully as an elder statesman Is practically negligible.

I've been born, and once is enough.

Liberty is a different kind of pain from prison.