After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.

I shall not want Honor in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus And other heroes of that kidney.

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

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.

Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

I gotta use words to talk to you.