Does anyone who leaves a Baltic country ever want to return to it? Someone must, I suppose.

Let discernment in matters of fashion and entertainment determine who should get the vote, and half the country would be disenfranchised.

No traveller ever sets out with so little idea of where he is going or how he is going to get there than an artist does. And no traveller ever gets to a more wonderful place.

Things go bad after a divorce and often stay that way. It is rare for the parties to return placidly to a time before they met. A bitterness lingers on. Those who call this our Independence Day, fantasising of returning to a never-never time before they married, when they were free, easy, single, and master of their fate, are delusional.

You can imprison but you can't enslave a man who argues with his books.

If we doubt the power of literature and art to civilise, how come no one has ever been mugged by a person carrying a well-thumbed copy of 'Middlemarch' in his back pocket?