Between the idea / And the reality / Between the motion / And the act / Falls the Shadow.

And I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning striding behind you or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.

Human kind cannot bear much reality.

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.

Be born anywhere, little embyro novelist, but do not be born under the shadow of a great creed, not under the burden of original sin, not under the doom of salvation. Go out and be born among the gypsies or thieves or among happy workaday people who live in the sun and do not think about their souls.