There is a road that turning always Cuts off the country of Again. Archers stand there on every side And as it runstime's deer is slain, And lies whe….

The ancestral deed is thought and done, And in a million Edens fall A million Adams drowned in darkness, For small is great and great is small, And a….

The curse of Scottish literature is the lack of a whole language, which finally means the lack of a whole mind..

Kindness and courage can repair time's faults, And serving him breeds patience and courtesy In us, light sojourners and passing subjects..

The life of every man is an endlessly repeated performance of the life of man..

Sometimes we think of the nations lying asleep, Curled blindly in impenetrable sorrow, And then the thought confounds us with its strangeness..

Dostoyevsky wrote of the unconscious as if it were conscious; that is in reality the reason why his characters seem 'pathological', while they are on….

See him, the gentle Bible beast, / With lacquered hoofs and curling mane, / His wondering journey from the East / Half done, between the rock and pla….

Packed in my skin from head to toe is one I know and do not know..

And without fear the lawless roads Ran wrong through all the land..

I have observed in foolish awe The dateless mid-days of the law And seen indifferent justice done By everyone on everyone..

We meet ourselves at every turn In the long country of the past..