At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not all it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it

When the whole world is running headlong towards the precipice, one who walks in the opposite direction is looked at as being crazy.

The greatest proof of Christianity for others is not how far a man can logically analyze his reasons for believing, but how far in practice he will stake his life on his belief.

It is generally a feminine eye that first detects the moral deficiencies hidden under the 'dear deceit' of beauty.

The chief danger about Paris is that it is such a strong stimulant.

not fare well, but fare forward