To appear unambitious amongst the ambitious is to invite loathing or fear. To be in the game, but not playing with intent to win, is to be the enemy.

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outline all our lives.

Poetry contains almost all you need to know about life.

hen we mourn those who die young — those who have been robbed of time — we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasures we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body would have known the yearning delight for which we searched in vain all our lives.

Television ... the new gladiatorial arena.

Very odd, old age. Always knew it would happen, if I was lucky. I just didn't expect it so soon.

Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since