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.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.

There is no absolute point of view from which real and ideal can be finally separated and labelled.

The work of creation is never without travail.

I suspect that in our loathing of totalitarianism, there is infused a good deal of admiration for its efficiency.

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.

Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow