He was one of those people who would be neither a follower nor a leader, but only an aspiring heart, impatient in the failing body which imprisoned i… - T. H. White

Little child
Who was me once,
My pity on you—
And reverence.If we could meet
Where I once strayed,
The betrayer
And the betrayed.If we could win back
In Time's defiance,
Would you be afeared of me,
Ten-year-old Terence?No, you would not fear.
You would love, trust,
Cherish, admire
This tedious dust.For oh! we were all brimming once
With the sun-sparkled dew.
One heart could have loved this hulk—
The ignorant heart of you.

"You run a grave risk, my boy," said the magician, "of being turned into a piece of bread, and toasted."

...All endeavours which are directed to a purely worldly end...contain within themselves the germs of their own corruption.