I had a perfect confidence, still unshaken, in books. If you read enough you would reach the point of no return. You would cross over and arrive on the safe side. There you would drink the strong waters and become… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
being asked to decide between your passion for work and your passion for children was like being asked by your doctor whether you preferred… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
I had a perfect confidence, still unshaken, in books. If you read enough you would reach the point of no return. You would cross… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
The poor South. Already guilty of slavery, it became guilty of cigarettes. — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
“The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
It seems an odd idea to my students that poetry, like all art, leads us away from itself, back to the world in which… — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
poetry ... shows with a sudden intense clarity what is already there. — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
I always return to Paris, taking my selves along - past self, customary self, the self I never had. — Helen Bevington Copy Share Image
