Something needn't be large to be good.

Democracy in the contemporary world demands, among other things, an educated and informed people.

What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?

The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free.

The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.

It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as possible, indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken, seabirds in ones or twos. The rackety, icy, offshore wind numbed our faces on one side; disrupted the formation of a lone flight of Canada geese; and blew back the low, inaudible rollers in upright, steely mist.