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

The Church must be forever building, for it is forever decaying within and attacked from without.

Ash on an old man's sleeve / Is all the ash the burnt roses leave, / Dust in the air suspended / Marks the place where a story ended.

In the end is my beginning.

I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;Her coat is one of the tabby kind,with tiger stripes and lepard spots.

Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.

Tennyson and Browning are poets, and they think; but they do not feel their thought as immediately as the odour of a rose. A thought to Donne was an experience; it modified his sensibility.