We are lived by powers we pretend to understand.

There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.

Time will say nothing but I told you so.

A shilling life will give you all the facts.

Who on earth invented the silly convention that it is boring or impolite to talk shop? Nothing is more interesting to listen to, especially if the shop is not one's own.

There is a great deal of difference in believing something still, and believing it again.

Blessed be all metrical rules that forbid automatic responses, force us to have second thoughts, free us from the fetters of Self.