Human kind cannot bear much reality.

I love reading another reader’s list of favorites. Even when I find I do not share their tastes or predilections, I am provoked to compare, contrast, and contradict. It is a most healthy exercise, and one altogether fruitful.

We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.

Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.

When war is not just it is subsequently justified; so it becomes many things. In reality, an unjust war is merely piracy. It consists of piracy, ego and, more than anything, money. War is our century's prostitution.

Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.

Liberty is a different kind of pain from prison.