Blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me.
Sleep is an excellent way of listening to an opera.
A man and a woman may become quite intimate in a quarter of an hour. Almost certainly will they endeavour to explain themselves to each other before many minutes have elapsed; but a man and a man will not do this, and even less so will a woman and a woman, for these are parallel lines which will never meet.
To be sure, American higher education is a diverse ecosystem, comprising institutions of all sizes, price tags, and mission statements.
The mysteries of death and birth occupy women far more than is the case with men, to whom political and mercantile speculations are more congenial.
Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it.
Women are stronger than men – they do not die of wisdom.
I joke that being a university president is akin to being a pinata. But there are also notions of redemption.
A Leprecaun without a pot of gold is like a rose without perfume, a bird without a wing, or an inside without an outside.
Quietness is the beginning of virtue. To be silent is to be beautiful. Stars do not make a noise.