I read 'King Lear' soon after 'Macbeth,' and I shall never forget the feeling of horror when I came to the scene in which Gloster's eyes are put out. Anger seized me, my fingers refused to move, I sat rigid for one long moment, the blood throbbing in my temples, and all the hatred that a child can feel concentrated in my heart.

I do not remember a time since I have been capable of loving books that I have not loved Shakespeare.

Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book friends. They talk to…

The Bible gives me a deep, comforting sense that 'things seen are temporal and things unseen are eternal.'