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And as no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to Edenville in the like way is all hidden when we would backward see from what region of remoteness the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness.

He also went invisible, yet stayed (such privilege hath omnipresence).

Creon: Why not? You and the whole breed of seers are mad for money.Tiresias: And the whole race of tyrants lusts for filthy gain.

Forewarned is forearmed.

What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Incomplete.

To mee, who with eternal Famine pine,Alike is Hell, or Paradise, or Heaven,There best, where most with ravin I might meet; Which here, though plenteous, all too little seemsTo stuff this Maw, this vast unhide-bound Corpse.

In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.

Only her eyes seem to move. It's like they touch us, not with sight or sense, but like the stream from a hose touches you, the stream at the instant of impact as dissociated from the nozzle as though it had never been there.

My daily life is an acknowledgment and expiation of my sin.

What reinforcement we may gain from hope,If not what resolution from despair.

it's better to build a tight chicken coop than a shoddy courthouse.

And chiefly thou, O spirit, that dost preferBefore all temples the upright heart and pure,Instruct me, for thou know'st. Thou from the firstWast present, and, with mighty wings outspread,Dove-like sattest brooding on the vast abyss,And madst it pregnant.

That's what they mean by the love that passeth understanding: that pride, that furious desire to hide that abject nakedness which we bring here with us, carry with us into operating rooms, carry stubbornly and furiously with us into the earth again.

Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight.

It's like everything in the world for me is inside a tub full of guts, so that you wonder how there can be any room in it for anything else very important.

But what will not ambition and revengeDescend to?

Thou at the sightPleased, out of Heaven shalt look down and smile,While by thee raised I ruin all my foes,Death last, and with his carcass glut the grave.

No one must know that my heart and mind are constantly at war with each other. Up till now reason has always won the battle, but will my emotions get the upper hand? Sometimes I fear they will, but more often I actually hope they do!

I sung of chaos and eternal night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down the dark decent, and up to reascend...

Try fighting with your head for a change . . it's a good one, even if it does resist learning"-Atticus