When In The End, The Day Came

Human Talk Is A Centrifugal Function, Ever In Flight Outwards From What Is On The Talker's Mind.

When You Have Caught The Rhythm Of Africa, You Find Out That It Is The Same In All Her Music.

Through The Loveliness And Power Of Her Dream World She Was Now, In Her Old Frock And Botched Shoes, Very Likely The Loveliest, Mightiest And Most Dangerous Person On Earth

It Is When One Begins To Lose The Consciousness Of Freedom, And When The Idea Of Necessity Enters The World At All, When There Is Any Hurry Or Strain Anywhere, A Letter To Be Written Or A Train To Catch, When You Have Got To Work, To Make The Horses Of The Dream Gallop, Or To Make The Rifles Go Off, That The Dream Is Declining, And Turning Into The Nightmare, Which Belongs To The Poorest And Most Vulgar Class Of Dreams.

One May Take Many Liberties With God Which One Cannot Take With Men.