“The way the moon dashes through clouds that blowLoosely as cannon-smoke...Is a reminder of the strength and painOf being young; that it can't come again,But is for others undiminished somewhere.”
“Are you thankful for not being young?''Yes, sir. If I was young, it would all have to be gone through again, and the end would be a weary way off, don't you see?...”
“She'd have to start smoking. There would be no other way through this.”
“All is clouded by desire: as fire by smoke, as a mirror by dust ...Through these it blinds the soul.”
“The rain has stopped, the clouds have drifted away,and the weather is clear again. If your heart is pure, then all things in your world are pure... Then the moon and flowers will guide you along the Way”
“A breath of laughter will blow a Government out of existence in Paris much more effectually than a whiff of cannon-smoke”