""Gods me! how now! what present have we here?” “A Book that stood in peril of the press; But now it’s past those pikes, and doth appear To keep the lookers on from heaviness.” “What stuff contains it?”—“Fustian, perfect spruce. Wit’s gallimalfry, or wit fried in steaks.” “From whom came it, a God’s name?”—“From his Muse, (Oh do not tell!) that still your favour seeks.” “And who is that?”—“Truth that is I.”—“What I? I per se I, great I, you would say.”—“No! Great I indeed you well may say; but I Am little i, the least of all the row.”"

"At the heart of death’s history lie not only the emotion of grief and the breaking of bonds between each other and our place in this world but also the hope of answering the queries and resolving the injustices of a lifetime."

"Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but Thou art mighty; Hold me with Thy powerful hand; Bread of heaven! Feed me till I want no more."

"We have only one global hegemonic power. It is not accumulating territory: it is trying to accumulate influence and control."