Franz Kafka is dead

Perhaps that is what it means to be a father- to teach your child to live without you. If so, no one was a greater father than I.

Sometimes I forget that the world is not on the same schedule as I. That everything is not dying, or that if it is dying it will return to life, what with a li…

These things were lost to oblivion like so much about so many who are born and die without anyone ever taking the time to write it all down.

Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease.

Thank God that sow's gone to the butcher.

If they had said that the sun or the moon had gone out of the heavens, it could not have struck me with the idea of a more awful and dreary blank in creation t…