Quotes About Camphor

There's no memory you can wrap in camphor But the moths will get in.

Suchness In the theosophy of light, The logical universal Ceases to be anything more Than the dead body of an angel. What is substance? Our substance Is whatever we feed our angel. The perfect incense for worship Is camphor, whose flames leave no ashes. from Love is an Art of Time (1974) in The Complete Poems of Kenneth Rexroth, 702

There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London. Such was not quite the condition of Timothy's on the Bayswater Road, for Timothy's soul still had one foot in Timothy Forsyte's body, and Smither kept the atmosphere unchanging, of camphor and port wine and house whose windows are only opened to air it twice a day.