Every Age Has A Keyhole To Which

Anti-semitism Is A Horrible Disease From Which Nobody Is Immune, And It Has A Kind Of Evil Fascination That Makes An Enlightened Person Draw Near The Source Of Infection, Supposedly In A Scientific Spirit, But Really To Sniff The Vapors And Dally With The Possibility.

I Am For The Ones Who Represent Sense, And So Was Jane Austen.

The Perennial Wonder Of Venice Is To Peer At Herself In Her Canals And Find That She Exists-incredible As It Seems. It Is The Same Reassurance That A Looking-glass Offers Us: The Guarantee That We Are Real.

Every Word She Writes Is A Lie, Including "and" And "the."

The American Character Looks Always As If It Had Just Had A Rather Bad Haircut, Which Gives It, In Our Eyes At Any Rate, A Greater Humanity Than The European, Which Even Among Its Beggars Has All Too Much A Professional Air.