When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.

Survival is your strength not your shame.

The Rum Turn Tugger is a terrible bore: When you let him in, then he wants to be out; He's always on the wrong side of every door, And as soon as he's at home, then he'd like to get about.

A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God.

Think neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices are fathered by our heroism. Virtues are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.

No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

All dash to and fro in motor cars. Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.