No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.
You know the worst: your wills are fickle, Your values blurred, your hearts impure And your past life a ruined church-- But let your poison be your cure.
There seeps from heavily jowled or hawk-like foreign faces The guttural sorrow of the refugees.
a fortress against ideas and against the Shuddering insidious shock of the theory-vendors The little sardine men crammed in a monster toy Who tilt their aggregate beast against our crumbling Troy.
All that I would like to be is human, having a share in a civilized, articulate and well-adjusted community where the mind is given its due but the body is not distrusted
World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural.
I was the rector's son, born to the anglican order, Banned for ever from the candles of the Irish poor; The Chichesters knelt in marble at the end of a transept With ruffs about their necks, their portion sure.
Governments need to have both shepherds and butchers.
Every war is a national misfortune.
Certainty. . . lurks at the door of faith and threatens to devour it.
Words cannot convey the value of yoga - it has to be experienced.