“I find so much writing colourless, small in its means, unwilling to take stylist…” — George Steiner

My father loved poetry and music. But deep in himself he thought teaching the finest thing a person could do.

I'm sorry, I'm absolutely convinced that there is at the moment no realistic prospect for very much hope in human affairs.

Central to everything I am and believe and have written is my astonishment, naive as it seems to people, that you can use human speech both to bless, to love, to build, to forgive and also to torture, to hate, to destroy and to annihilate.

I have students who are now in chairs in five continents. They invite me to their inaugurals. A tremendous reward.