What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.
... we do not admire what we cannot understand.
A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.
he who gives quickly gives twice / in nothing so much as in a letter.
My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellows grave, or the glass flowers at Harvard."