Excellence Does Not Require Perfection.

Summer Afternoon, Summer Afternoon; To Me Those Have Always Been The Two Most Beautiful Words In The English Language.

I Have Lived Too Long In Foreign Parts

...he Had Long Decided That Abundant Laughter Should Be The Embellishment Of The Remainder Of His Days.

Experience Is Never Limited, And It Is Never Complete; It Is An Immense Sensibility, A Kind Of Huge Spider-web Of The Finest Silken Threads Suspended In The Chamber Of Consciousness, And Catching Every Air-borne Particle In Its Tissue.

The Practice Of "reviewing"... In General Has Nothing In Common With The Art Of Criticism.