And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? -

It is impossible to design a system so perfect that no one needs to be good.

There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience.

When the Stranger says: "What is the meaning of this city? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?" What will you answer? "We all dwell together To make money from each other"? or "This is a community"? Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.

But it seems that something has happened that has never happened before: though we know not just when, or why, or how, or where.

There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.

Humankind cannot stand reality.