We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.

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

When a Cat adopts you, and I am not superstitious at all I don't mean only Black cats there is nothing to be done about it except to put up with it and wait until the wind changes.

The rats are underneath the piles/ The Jew is underneath the lot.

This is the feeling for syllable and rhythm, penetrating far below the conscious levels of thought and feeling, invigorating every word.

The journey, Not the destination matters.

The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.