The Real Job Of Every

There Is A Story About A Schoolboy Who Was Asked What He Thought God Was Like. He Replied That, As Far As He Could Make Out, God Was 'the Sort Of Person Who Is Always Snooping Around To See If Anyone Is Enjoying Himself And Then Trying To Stop It.'

Friendship Is...the Sort Of Love One Can Imagine Between Angels.

How Difficult It Is To Avoid Having A Special Standard For Oneself.

I Have Read The Aeneid Through More Often Than I Have Read Any Long Poem.

I Came Alive When I Started Loving You.