You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'art' and beauty, back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermuda, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

没有人知道，也永远不会知道关于神和我所说的一切的真相；因为即使有人偶然说出了完整的真相，他也不知道；但表象覆盖了一切事物。

Try never to be the smartest person in the room. And if you are, I suggest you invite smarter people... or find a different room.

"A book is a mirror: if an ape looks into it, an apostle is hardly likely to look out."