Far from disappearing, Keats and his incomparable poetry have lived on after his death.
How damaging we are to each other. How grim the human condition can become, and it does not take war … More
I was wondering whether I really mean what I write? Or to turn it round another way, do I write what I mean?
I do not read the news because it is repetitive, dispiriting, boring and irrelevant.
To have lived a good life is all that matters in the end.
Happiness is perhaps best described as the absence of unhappiness.