June 30, 2001
Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, / A mind serene for contemplation:
/ Title and profit I resign; / The post of honour shall be mine.
There is something
that falls short of perfection in every book, without exception, something influenced by the age, even something ridiculous;
just like everyone, without exception, has weaknesses.
June 28, 2001
Curiosity is a willing,
a proud, an eager confession of ignorance.
June 27, 2001
We have always found the Irish a
bit odd. They refuse to be English.
June 26, 2001
Fiction is love and hate and agreement and conflict and common
adventure, not lonely musings on have-beens and might-have-beens.
—A.B. Guthrie, Jr
The great enemy
of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one’s real and one’s declared aims, one turns, as
it were, instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish squirting out ink.
June 24, 2001
come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: / I am no orator, as Brutus is; / But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man.
Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2
June 23, 2001
is the music that would charm forever; / The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.
and compassion join’d, / Tempering each other in the victor’s mind, / Alternately proclaim him good and great,
/ And make the hero and the man complete.
June 21, 2001
A child … must feel the flush
of victory and the heart-sinking of disappointment before he takes with a will to the tasks distasteful to him and resolves
to dance his way through a dull routine of textbooks.
June 20, 2001
This dead of midnight is
the noon of thought, / And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.
—Anna Letitia Barbauld
Thus we never
live, but we hope to live; and always disposing ourselves to be happy, it is inevitable that we never become so.
June 18, 2001
find it rather easy to portray a businessman. Being bland, rather cruel and incompetent comes naturally to me.
June 17, 2001
is a vast difference—a constitutional difference—between restrictions imposed by the state which prohibit the
intellectual commingling of students, and the refusal of individuals to commingle where the state presents no such bar.
June 16, 2001
food is poetry, is not poetry also food?
—Joyce Carol Oates
June 15, 2001
To enlarge or illustrate this power
and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.
June 14, 2001
I’s wicked I is. I’s
mighty wicked; anyhow I can’t help it.
—Harriet Beecher Stowe
June 13, 2001
The land of faery, / Where
nobody gets old and godly and grave, / Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, / Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
June 12, 2001
curious art the brain, too finely wrought, / Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
June 11, 2001
he brews, so shall he drink.
June 10, 2001
A novel is balanced between a few true impressions and the multitude
of false ones that make up most of what we call life.
June 9, 2001
Any man may be in good spirits
and good temper when he’s well dressed. There ain’t much credit in that.
June 8, 2001
doubt if there is anything in the world uglier than a Midwestern city.
—Frank Lloyd Wright
wont to say, “Silence is an answer to a wise man.”
June 6, 2001
He that filches from me
my good name / Robs me of that which not enriches him / And makes me poor indeed.
—Othello. Act iii.
June 5, 2001
thousand hearts beat happily; and when / Music arose with its voluptuous swell, / Soft eyes look’d love to eyes which
spake again, / And all went merry as a marriage bell.
June 4, 2001
Peace, commerce, and honest friendship
with all nations,—entangling alliances with none.
June 3, 2001
All we ask is to be let
June 2, 2001
My argument is that War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.
June 1, 2001
gives me a deep comforting sense that “things seen are temporal and things unseen are eternal.”