Time At Length Becomes Justice.

In Books, As In Life, There Are No Second Chances. On Second Thought: Its The Next Work, Still To Be Written, That Offers The Second Chance.

The Imagination Has Resources And Intimations We Don't Even Know About.

Whoever Mourns The Dead Mourns Himself.

There's A Paradox In Rereading. You Read The First Time For Rediscovery: An Encounter With The Confirming Emotions. But You Reread For Discovery: You Go To The Known To Figure Out The Workings Of The Unknown, The Why Of The Familiar How.

Life Is That Which - Pressingly, Persistently, Unfailingly, Imperially - Interrupts.