Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it. So Be It; or, The Chips Are Down

One could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low. Then one gave it up; then the idea sunk back again; then one became like most middle-aged people, cautious, furtive, with wrinkles between the eyes and a look of perpetual apprehension. For how could one express in words these emotions of the body? express that emptiness there? To the Lighthouse

The Only Thing That Is Constant Is Change  Fragments

When a man understands the art of seeing, he can trace the spirit of an age and the features of a king even in the knocker on a door. The Hunchback of Notre Dame