It’s spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

Mozart's music gives us permission to live.

We do survive every moment, after all, except the last one.

The essential self is innocent, and when it tastes its own innocence knows that it lives for ever.

I think it's the sentence-to-sentence pleasures, the little surprises of a surprising style of an acute style, and also the way things happen one after the other, that makes a book interesting to read page to page

Writers may be disreputable, incorrigible, early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone.

Atrocity is truly emperor; All things that thrive are slaves of cruel Creation.