classics

I am no stranger to you. I was born in Troy, and the blood you see is oozing from no tree...

in The Aeneid, we find a seamless fluidity that is indifferent to the translator

a petition to preserve Spartan dignity in misfortune takes us back to Solon's warning

an answer, perhaps the answer, to "what we fight for?", "what we die for?" and, most importantly "what we live for?"

against my (acquired) skepticism of anything published in the last 50 years (exceptions: Kazuo Ishiguro's novels, The Selfish Gene), I picked up Nassim N. Taleb's Antifragile.

in every man's life, however splendid or modest, there are episodes that mark one's journey as a reader or as a person. Reading Samuel Johnson's essays is both a personal and a reader milestone.

for what would so soon destroy all the order of society, and deform life with violence and ravage, as a permission to every one to judge his own cause...

a sword is perpetually suspended over our head. We dread our very guards, we distrust our companions.