The mind is like an iceberg: most of it remains hidden. - Sigmund Freud
Poetry will not return to the rhythm of action; she will come to anticipate it.
Arthur Rimbaud
My tongue swore, my heart did not.
Euripides
The beauty of nature is the affectionate smile of Christ, shown through matter.
G.K. Chesterton
Wherever books are burned, men will eventually be burned as well.
Heinrich Heine
under the window the cat prepares to jump as it always does
Fred Schofield