A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
Signs form a language, but not the one you think you know.
This is the paradox of the power of literature: it seems that only when it is persecuted does it show its true powers, challenging authority, whereas in our permissive society it feels that it is being used merely to create the occasional pleasing contrast to the general ballooning of verbiage.
A gentleman, my Lord Father, is such whether he is on earth or on the treetops
Reading is going toward something that is about to be, and no one yet knows what it will be.
Today each of you is the object of the other’s reading, one reads in the other the unwritten story.