...the Still Point In A Turning World.

We Do Not Pass Twice Through The Same Door Or Return To The Door Through Which We Did Not Pass.

I Have Measured Out My Life With Coffee Spoons.

Success Is Relative. It Is What We Make Of The Mess We Have Made Of Things.

Think Not Forever Of Yourselves, O Chiefs, Nor Of Your Own Generation. Think Of Continuing Generations Of Our Families, Think Of Our Grandchildren And Of Those Yet Unborn, Whose Faces Are Coming From Beneath The Ground.

We Might Remind Ourselves That Criticism Is As Inevitable As Breathing, And That We Should Be None The Worse For Articulating What Passes In Our Minds When We Read A Book And Feel An Emotion About It, For Criticizing Our Own Minds In Their Work Of Criticism.