Let's not be narrow, nasty, and negative.

Those who talk of the bible as a monument of English prose are merely admiring it as a monument over the grave of Christianity.

Poetry is not an assertion of truth, but the making of that truth more fully real to us.

In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.

As we grow older, the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated of dead and living.

You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends, And how, how rare and strange it is, to find In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends, (For indeed I do not love it ... you knew? you are not blind! How keen you are!) To find a friend who has these qualities, Who has, and gives Those qualities upon which friendship lives. How much it means that I say this to you- Without these friendships-life, what cauchemar!

Dante and Shakespeare divide the world between them. There is no third.