The True Church can never fail. For it is based upon a rock.

At the still point, there the dance is.

That was my way of putting it-not very satisfactory: A periphrastic study in a worn-out poetical fashion, Leaving one still with the intolerable wrestle With words and meanings.

The soul is so far from being a monad that we have not only to interpret other souls to ourself but to interpret ourself to ourself.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be: am an attendant lord, one that will do to swell a progress, start a scene or two, advise the prince.

There are three conditions which often look alike Yet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow: Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment From self and from things and from persons; and, growing between them, indifference, ... .

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.