In The Room The Women Come And

A Philosophy Can And Must Be Worked Out With The Greatest Rigour And Discipline In The Details, But Can Ultimately Be Founded On Nothing But Faith: And This Is The Reason, I Suspect, Why The Novelties In Philosophy Are Only In Elaboration, And Never In Fundamentals.

Poetry Is Not An Assertion Of Truth, But The Making Of That Truth More Fully Real To Us.

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

The Church Must Be Forever Building, For It Is Forever Decaying Within And Attacked From Without.

April Is The Cruelest Month, Breeding Lilacs Out Of The Dead Land, Mixing Memory And Desire, Stirring Dull Roots With Spring Rain.