Commitments, not feelings, hold life together.
I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.
Our public monuments are memorials to the Enlightenment.
The past goes right on pulling me apart, though I can scarcely remember the people or the issues.
The educated do not share a common body of information, but a common state of mind.
The past is always waiting to entangle and deflect us.