Sublime

maudlin

So passed, to all appearance, from the minds of men the strange dream and fantasy called freedom.

For Henry David Thoreau, the sentence was the harvest gleaned in a writer’s brain. ‘The fruit a thinker bears is sentences,’ he wrote

He has no longer the wisdom of the uneducated man, who says what he thinks. He has begun to have too much of the knowledge of the half-educated man, who says what he thinks he ought to think.

“Entertainment for man, but not for his beast. Enter ye that have leisure and a quiet mind, who earnestly seek the right road.” He is perhaps the sanest man and has the fewest crotchets of any I chance to know; the same yesterday and tomorrow.

ruth

S. Eliot claimed, “No author exercised a wider or deeper influence on the Elizabethan mind or on the Elizabethan form of tragedy than did Seneca,” and the consensus is that he was right.

“Why diet at eighty-two?” says Joyce. “What’s a sausage roll going to do to you? Kill you? Well, join the queue.”

14 “Those who withhold[17] kindness from a friend forsake the fear of the Almighty.[18]