“The ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.”

“it is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams”

“Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.”

“If a person would understand either the Odyssey or any other ancient work, he must never look at the dead without seeing the living in them, nor at the living without thinking of the dead. We are too fond of seeing the ancients as one thing and the moderns as another.”

“By many a dream of God and man my thoughts in shining flocks were led:
But as I went through Patrick Street the hopes and prophecies were dead.
The hopes and prophecies were dead: they could not blossom where the feet
Walked amid rottenness, or where the brawling shouters stamped the street.”

“To be without music was, for the ancient Greeks, to be already dead… Ancient Greece was a culture of song.”

“But now she was fifty-seven, and suddenly ancient. Soon she would be dead. Dead. You can’t get any more ancient than that.”

“Failure is a detour, not a dead-end street.”

“Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"”

“The clock ticked with empty urgency, as though trying to catch up with the time. In the street a siren howled.”