Every autobiography is concerned with two characters, a Don Quixote, the Ego, and a Sancho Panza, the Self. - W. H. Auden

To save your world you asked this man to die; Would this man, could he see you now, ask why?

In any first-class work of art, you can find passages that in themselves are extremely boring, but try to cut them out, as they are in an abridged edition, and you lose the life of the work. Don't think that art that is alive can remain on the same level of interest throughout — and the same is true of life.

Unendowed with wealth or pity, Little birds with scarlet legs Sitting on their speckled eggs, Eye each flu-infected city. <p> Altogether elsewhere, vast Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss, Silently and very fast.