If you will not have God (and He is a jealous God), you should pay your respects to Hitler or Stalin. - T. S. Eliot

We don't actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.

The vast accumulations of knowledge — or at least of information — deposited by the nineteenth century have been responsible for an equally vast ignorance. When there is so much to be known, when there are so many fields of knowledge in which the same words are used with different meanings, when every one knows a little about a great many things, it becomes increasingly difficult for anyone to know whether he knows what he is talking about or not. And when we do not know, or when we do not know enough, we tend always to substitute emotions for thoughts.

The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven, The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.