critic

love

is the sorcerer who makes some hidden spring gush fort unexpectedly under our feet.

is revealing of who one is. One is knowable by what one reads... but is also more knowable by what one rereads.

Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread. - Francois Mauriac

is that in which the grandeur of man lies, not in thought.

The grandeur of man lies in song, not in thought.

is essentially a man who does not resign himself to loneliness.