Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too. – Edward Fitzgerald
I used to write sonnets and various things, and moved from there into writing prose, which, incidentally, is a lot more interesting than poetry, including the rhythms of prose. – Shelby Foote
Yes, you who called us godless, we found our faith in Adolf Hitler, and through him found God once again. That is the greatness of our day, that is our good fortune! – Robert Ley
We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found, and each believes it possessed by others, to keep alive the hope of obtaining it for himself. – Samuel Johnson
