It Is Obvious That We

We Might Remind Ourselves That Criticism Is As Inevitable As Breathing, And That We Should Be None The Worse For Articulating What Passes In Our Minds When We Read A Book And Feel An Emotion About It, For Criticizing Our Own Minds In Their Work Of Criticism.

Where There Is No Temple There Shall Be No Homes.

Light Light The Visible Reminder Of Invisible Light.

To Country People Cows Are Mild, And Flee From Any Stick They Throw; But I’m A Timid Town Bred Child, And All The Cattle Seem To Know.

Let Us Go Then, You And I, When The Evening Is Spread Out Against The Sky