There never was an age in which so many people were able to write badly.
The Past: Our cradle, not our prison; there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.
In the din and tumult of the age, the still small voice of Jerusalem remains our only music.
Scratch the Christian and you find the pagan - spoiled.
New York is the great stone desert.
Editors are constantly on the watch to discover new talents in old names.