Poetry Is A Fossil Rock-print

I Stayed Away From Mathematics Not So Much Because I Knew It Would Be Hard Work As Because Of The Amount Of Time I Knew It Would Take, Hours Spent In A Field Where I Was Not A Natural.

Yesterday And Tomorrow Cross And Mix On The Skyline. The Two Are Lost In A Purple Haze. One Forgets, One Waits.

A Man May Be Born, But In Order To Be Born He Must First Die, And In Order To Die He Must First Awake.

A Book Is Never A Masterpiece: It Becomes One. Genius Is The Talent Of A Dead Man.

Who Am I, Where Have I Been, And Where Am I Going?