Amongst The Rock One Cannot Stop Or

The Overwhelming Pressure Of Mediocrity, Sluggish And Indomitable As A Glacier, Will Mitigate The Most Violent, And Depress The Most Exalted Revolution.

Every Phrase And Every Sentence Is An End And A Beginning, Every Poem An Epitaph.

As We Grow Older, The World Becomes Stranger, The Pattern More Complicated Of Dead And Living.

In The Mountains, There You Feel Free.

Fare Forward, Travellers! Not Escaping From The Past Into Different Lives, Or Into Any Future; You Are Not The Same People Who Left That Station Or Who Will Arrive At Any Terminus, While The Narrowing Rails Slide Together Behind You.