Every Book Is The Wreck Of A

Nothing Is More Beautifully And Acceptably Self-assertive Than Good Singing.

Time Can Divorce Us From The Reality Of People, It Can Separate Us From People And Turn Them Into Ghosts. Or Rather It Is We Who Turn Them Into Ghosts Or Demons. Some Kinds Of Fruitless Preoccupations With The Past Can Create Such Simulacra, And They Can Exercise Power, Like Those Heroes At Troy Fighting For A Phantom Helen.

True Love Gallops, It Flies, It Is The Swiftest Of All Modes Of Thought, Swifter Even Than Hate And Fear.

Of Course Reading And Thinking Are Important But, My God, Food Is Important Too.

Of Course Men Play Roles, But Women Play Roles Too, Blanker Ones. They Have, In The Play Of Life, Fewer Good Lines.