With God in the Joy of Beauty and Youth

I like my men like I like my roses . . . by the dozen.

When I am happy I am like a cat, sleek and purring, quite useless. It is when I am unhappy, with an ache perhaps in my heart, that I do my finest work.

Many a month of gloomy unconsciousness rolled over me, without date or notice. One thousand waves may welter over a sunk wreck, and be felt as one.

I couldn't think of anything worse than going to a fancy dress party. So, if somebody invited me to one, I'd go as the Invisible Man and not turn up.

Success supposes endeavour.

The trash and litter of nature disappears into the ground with the passing of each year, but man's litter has more permanence.

I gulp down my pleasures, chew over my miseries.

Truth, like beauty, is neither created nor lost.

I felt like my vote was the vote that put [Obama] into office. It was down to one vote, and that was going to be my vote. And that may not be true, but that's how much power it felt like I had.

Three of the gravest failings, want of sense, of courage, or of vigilance.

I see the beauty of God's archetypal infinity reflected in the towers of infinities in set theory

Congratulations to Alex Rodriguez on his 660th home run, milestones in baseball are meant to be broken and I wish him continued success throughout his career.