In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to run away.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon light and star light, owl and moth light, Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade. O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

Past art is subject to change.

The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man

The difference between being an elder statesman And posing successfully as an elder statesman Is practically negligible.

Dante and Shakespeare divide the world between them. There is no third.