My Small Boat

Measured in terms of enchantment, is there anything can compare with a chartroom?

What I learned on my own I still remember.

The Bright Field I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and forgotten it. But that was the pearl of great price, the one field that had treasure in it. I realise now that I must give all that I have to possess it. […]

But the most obvious fact about praise – whether of God or anything – strangely escaped me. I thought of it in terms of compliment, approval, or the giving of honour. I had never noticed that all enjoyment spontaneously overflows into praise unless . . . shyness or the fear of boring others is deliberately […]

I am much more interested in the great poem than great poetry.

Our science is a drop, our ignorance a sea.

The American, is the Englishman left to himself.