Tradition: how the vitality of the past enriches the life of the present.

This is the feeling for syllable and rhythm, penetrating far below the conscious levels of thought and feeling, invigorating every word.

I shall not want Honor in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus And other heroes of that kidney.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.

Think not forever of yourselves, O Chiefs, nor of your own generation. Think of continuing generations of our families, think of our grandchildren and of those yet unborn, whose faces are coming from beneath the ground.

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