“...Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.”
“The way of truth is like a great road. It is not difficult to know it. The evil is only that men will not seek it.”
“If you have men who will only come if they know there is a good road, I don't want them. I want men who will come if there is no road at all.”
“...memory is a cloudy, disjointed thing - like disconnected dreams with images scattered and thrown to settle where they please.”
“We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.”
“The Cloudy VasePast time, I threw the flowers out,washed out the cloudy vase.How easily the old clearnessleapt, like a practiced tiger, back inside it.”