"Romeo, Doff thy name!"

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes--a fresh, green breast of the new world. It vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's hose, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory, enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

My car is limping, Dolores Haze, And the last long lap is the hardest, And I shall be clumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.

I will not let  you go into the unknown alone.

Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed Thrice, and once the hedge-pig whined Harpier cries, "'Tis time, 'tis time!" Round about the cauldron go; In the poisoned entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Sweltered venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' th' charmèd pot.