Life Is To Blame For Everything.

Wordsworth's Particular Grace, His Charisma, As Theologians Say, Has Been Granted In Equal Measure To So Very Few Men Since Time Was--to Plato And Who Else? The Crucial Thing Is Never What We Do, But Always What We Do Right After That. What Matters Is Always The Next Step!

... The Novel Is Called Upon Like No Other Art Form To Incorporate The Intellectual Content Of An Age.

The Secret Of A Good Librarian Is That He Never Reads Anything More Of The Literature In His Charge Than The Title And The Table Of Contents. Anyone Who Lets Himself Go And Starts Reading A Book Is Lost As A Librarian...he's Bound To Lose Perspective.

We Have Gained Reality And Lost Dream. No More Lounging Under A Tree And Peering At The Sky Between One's Big And Second Toes; There's Work To Be Done. To Be Efficient, One Cannot Be Hungry And Dreamy But Must Eat Steak And Keep Moving.

We Sometimes Have A Flash Of Understanding That Amounts To The Insight Of Genius, And Yet It Slowly Withers, Even In Our Hands - Like A Flower. The Form Remains, But The Colours And The Fragrance Are Gone.