The naming of cats is a difficult matter

We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!

There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.

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

And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness.

Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.

Accident is design / And design is accident / In a cloud of unknowing.