So i learned both to accept myself and to aim beyond myself

History is the ship carrying living memories to the future.

Never being, but always at the edge of Being.

But reading is not idleness?it is the passive, receptive side of civilization without which the active and creative world would be meaningless. It is the immortal spirit of the dead realised within the bodies of the living. It is sacramental.

The greatest poets are those with memories so great that they extend beyond their strongest experiences to their minutest observations of people and things far outside their own self-centeredness.

Bright clasp of her whole hand around my finger My daughter as we walk together now. All my life I'll feel a ring invisibly Circle this bone with shining When she is grown.

There is a certain justice in criticism. The critic is like a midwife - a tyrannical midwife.