Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

I do not approve the extermination of the enemy; the policy of exterminating or, as it is barbarously said, liquidating enemies, is one of the most alarming developments of modern war and peace, from the point of view of those who desire the survival

The destination cannot be described; / You will know very little until you get there; / You will journey blind.

No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

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

The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.