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

Time past and time future allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time.

I've been born, and once is enough.

We do not pass twice through the same door Or return to the door through which we did not pass.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

Culture is the one thing that we cannot deliberately aim at. It is the product of a variety of more or less harmonious activities, each pursued for its own sake.