culled from my old Commonplace Book. The last is my favourite.
...the kiss of the past is narcotic...
from 'Western Landcsape', Louis MacNeice
The awesome mystery of beauty! God and the Devil are locked in battle over this, and the battlefield is the heart of man.
from 'The Brothers Karamazov', Fyodor Dostoevsky
All the great goods cannot live together.
God, in the whizzing of a pleasant wind,
shall march upon the tops of mulberry trees.
from 'David and Bathsheba', George Peele