Someone said, 'The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did.' Precisely, and they are that which we know.

The sense of wellbeing! Its often with us When we are young, but then it's not noticed; And by the time one has grown to consciousness It comes less often.

This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.

Distracted from distraction by distraction

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

You will find that you survive humiliation. And that's an experience of incalculable value.

Light Light The visible reminder of Invisible Light.