In Every Grain Of Wheat There Lies

Silence Is Not Weakness And Decency Is Not Pride

There Are Sacraments Of Evil As Well As Of Good About Us, And We Live And Move To My Belief In An Unknown World, A Place Where There Are Caves And Shadows And Dwellers In Twilight. It Is Possible That Man May Sometimes Return On The Track Of Evolution, And It Is My Belief That An Awful Lore Is Not Yet Dead.

And It Is Utterly True That He Who Cannot Find Wonder, Mystery, Awe, The Sense Of A New World And An Undiscovered Realm In The Places By The Gray's Inn Road Will Never Find These Secrets Elsewhere.

Now, Everybody, I Suppose, Is Aware That In Recent Years The Silly Business Of Divination By Dreams Has Ceased To Be A Joke And Has Become A Very Serious Science.

It Was Better, He Thought, To Fail In Attempting Exquisite Things Than To Succeed In The Department Of The Utterly Contemptible.