If You Want To Feel

The Only Reason For Being Young Is To Outgrow It.

To Read In Bed Is To Draw Around Us Invisible, Noiseless Curtains. Then At Last We Are In A Room Of Our Own And Are Ready To Burrow Back, Back To That Private Life Of The Imagination We All Led As A Child And To Whose Secret Satisfactions So Many Of Us Have Mislaid The Key.

Name Me Any Liquid — Except Our Own Blood — That Flows More Intimately And Incessantly Through The Labyrinth Of Symbols We Have Conceived To Mark Our Status As Human Beings, From The Rudest Peasant Festival To The Mystery Of The Eucharist.

The Man Who Attracts Luck Carries With Him The Magnet Of Preparation.

When You Reread A Classic, You Do Not See More In The Book Than You Did Before; You See More In You Than There Was Before.