I Have Always Imagined That Paradise Will

Thus My Life Is A Flight And I Lose Everything And Everything Belongs To Oblivion, Or To Him.

Time, Which Despoils Castles, Enriches Verses.

We Have Stopped Believing In Progress. What Progress That Is !

I Have Preferred To Teach My Students Not English Literature But My Love For Certain Authors, Or, Even Better, Certain Pages, Or Even Better Than That, Certain Lines. One Falls In Love With A Line, Then With A Page, Then With An Author. Well, Why Not? It Is A Beautiful Process.

We Accept Reality So Readily - Perhaps Because We Sense That Nothing Is Real.