Time Heals All Things But One: Time.

Literature Is An Instrument Of A Culture, Not A Summary Of It.

Old Saws Have No Teeth.

The Imagination Has Resources And Intimations We Don't Even Know About.

The Butterfly Lures Us Not Only Because He Is Beautiful, But Because He Is Transitory. The Caterpillar Is Uglier, But In Him We Can Regard The Better Joy Of Becoming.

When Something Does Not Insist On Being Noticed, When We Aren't Grabbed By The Collar Or Struck On The Skull By A Presence Or An Event, We Take For Granted The Very Things That Most Deserve Our Gratitude.