Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet--and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.

A book is not harmless merely because no one is consciously offended by it.

At the still point, there the dance is.

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.

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.

Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.