All time is unreedemable.

A philosophy can and must be worked out with the greatest rigour and discipline in the details, but can ultimately be founded on nothing but faith: and this is the reason, I suspect, why the novelties in philosophy are only in elaboration, and never in fundamentals.

Cold Mountain Buddhas Han Shan Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.

What is true, is true only for one time and only for one place.

I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.