Ne'er the twain shall meet

Till Earth and Sky stand presently at the great Judgment Seat

The knowledge of my own fallibility

Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes.

Yet there is method in it

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.

Between Rodmell and Telscombe.

Anyone can be a barbarian; it requires a terrible effort to remain a civilized man.

Leonard Woolf

We walked across the Downs to Telscombe

Men's ideas are the most direct emanations of their material state.

Poor old Prufrock

Time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred visions and revisions

Bright with sinuous rills

The shadow of the dome of pleasure floated midway on the waves where the mingled measure from the fountain and the caves was heard. A miracle of rare device, a sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

Smooth, substantial and insinuating on the palate

There are many good whiskies gaining in prominence, on merit and structure, but whether they can compete with the single malts of Moraisliagh and Invermagriturn is a matter of violent disagreement.

Oh dear!

'Tain't good intentions what paves the road to hell...

Cognitating

Buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud.

But what about you?

What the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth. (Keats)

We are shaped by our thoughts

“The limits of my language are the limits of my mind. All I know is what I have words for.”  (LW)

In the city of Chanoch

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

Whither?

The surprising thing is.