As Henry Moore carvedor modelled his sculpture every day,he strove to surpass Donatello4. and failed, but woke the next morningelated for another try.

The pleasure we feel, reading a poem, is our assurance of its integrity.

But Blake’s voices returned to dictate revisions.

[O]ver the years I travelled to another universe. However alert we are, however much we think we know what will happen, antiquity remains an unknown, unanticipated galaxy. It is alien, and old people are a...

Worship is not love.