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We read poetry because the poets, like ourselves, have been haunted by the inescapable tyranny of time and death; have read more
We read poetry because the poets, like ourselves, have been haunted by the inescapable tyranny of time and death; have suffered the pain of loss, and the more wearing, continuous pain of frustration and failure; and have had moods of unlooked-for release and peace. They have known and watched in themselves and others.
I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp read more
I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Some day read more
From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
Literature is the thought of thinking Souls.
Literature is the thought of thinking Souls.
A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education.
A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education.
Perish those who said our good things before we did.
Perish those who said our good things before we did.
Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.
Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.
But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose? Is pain to themLess pain, less to be read more
But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose? Is pain to themLess pain, less to be fled, or thou than theyLess hardy to endure? Courageous chief,The first in flight from pain, hadst thou allegedTo thy deserted host this cause of flight,Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive. - Paradise Lost.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
Every man's memory is his private literature.