I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.

Any religion is forever in danger of petrifaction into mere ritual and habit, though ritual and habit be essential to religion.

Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

I suspect that in our loathing of totalitarianism, there is infused a good deal of admiration for its efficiency.

The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows, Are proud and implacable, passionate foes; It is always the same, wherever one goes. And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say that they do not like fighting, will often display Every symptom of wanting to join in the fray. And they Bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you can hear them all over the park.