I Have Too Much Respect

We Can Know Nothing Till After This Grave Debate. The Soul Must Withdraw, For This Is Not Its Hour. Now The Knife Must Divide The Flesh, And Lay The Ravage Bare, And Do Its Work Completely.

Do Not Trust Your Memory; It Is A Net Full Of Holes; The Most Beautiful Prizes Slip Through It.

I Have Too Much Respect For The Idea Of God To Make It Responsible For Such An Absurd World.

Let Us Lose None Of Their Humble Words, Let Us Note Their Slightest Gestures, And Tell Me, Tell Me That We Will Think Of Them Together, Now And Later, When We Realise The Misery Of The Times And The Magnitude Of Their Sacrifice.

It Is Strange What A Contempt Men Have For The Joys That Are Offered Them Freely.