“Memory, out of the mist, in a long slow ripple
Breaks, blindly, against the shore.”

“Floating to shore… riding a low moon… on a slow cloud.”

“Success is more dangerous than failure, the ripples break over a wider coastline.”

“There all stood begging to be first across
And reached out longing hands to the far shore.”
Stabant orantes primi transmittere cursum Tendebantque manus ripae ulterioris amore.

“An umbrella is of no avail against a Scotch mist.”

“I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith
but I received strength, it tears the world apart.
I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores
and a young wave will cover my trace.”

“When we see the havoc wrought on a sea-wall by a storm, it is easy to believe that ocean waves exert a pressure against the shore on which they beat. But it is not easy to think that the tiny ripples of light also press against every body on which they fall, to think that when a lamp is lighted waves of pressure are sent out from it—pressing against the source from which they start, pressing against every surface which they illuminate. It is a very minute pressure, far too small, even when it is strongest, to be felt by our bodies, and only to be detected by exceeding sensitive apparatus.”

“I had a phenomenal memory and could recite long poems by Russian poets, mainly Pushkin. Except for an unusual memory, I was not precocious in any respect and somewhat later, to the chagrin of my father, I was inordinately slow learning the multiplication tables.”

“If war breaks out, I will fight for Hitler since such a war would be against Jewry.”

“That sinuous southern life, that oblique and slow and complicated old beauty, that warm thick air and blood warm sea, that place of mists and languor and fragrant richness…”