It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.

A book is not harmless merely because no one is consciously offended by it.

Those who talk of the bible as a monument of English prose are merely admiring it as a monument over the grave of Christianity.

The name that no human research can discover-- But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain.