The Eye Likes Novelty, But The Ear

In The Deserts Of The Heart Let The Healing Fountain Start.

There Are Not Many English Novels Which Deserve To Be Called Great: Parade's End Is One Of Them.

Blessed Be All Metrical Rules That Forbid Automatic Responses, Force Us To Have Second Thoughts, Free Us From The Fetters Of Self.

O Plunge Your Hands In Water, Plunge Them In Up To The Wrist; Stare, Stare In The Basin And Wonder What You've Missed.

If Equal Affection Cannot Be, Let The More Loving Be Me.