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

I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

From a purely external point of view there is no will; and to find will in any phenomenon requires a certain empathy; we observe aman's actions and place ourselves partly but not wholly in his position; or we act, and place ourselves partly in the position of an outsider.

But the Church cannot be, in any political sense, either conservative or liberal, or revolutionary. Conservatism is too often conservation of the wrong things: liberalism a relaxation of discipline; revolution a denial of the permanent things.

There is no method but to be very intelligent.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

The destination cannot be described; / You will know very little until you get there; / You will journey blind.