Literary confessors are contemptible, like beggars who exhibit their sores for money, but not so contemptible as the public that buys their books. – W. H. Auden
Few tragedies can be more extensive than the stunting of life, few injustices deeper than the denial of an opportunity to strive or even to hope, by a limit imposed from without, but falsely identified as lying within. – Stephen Jay Gould
