If a nation's literature declines, the nation atrophies and decays.
A little light, like a rushlight / to lead back to splendour.
The book shd. be a ball of light in one's hand.
No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.
The eyes of this dead lady speak to me For here was love, was not to be drowned out. And here desire, not to be kissed away. The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.
Somebody said that I am the last American living the tragedy of Europe.