History Does Not Repeat Itself. The Historians

There Is In The Human Race Some Dark Spirit Of Recalcitrance, Always Pulling Us In The Direction Contrary To That In Which We Are Reasonably Expected To Go.

By Its Very Looseness, By Its Way Of Evoking Rather Than Defining, Suggesting Rather Than Saying, English Is A Magnificent Vehicle For Emotional Poetry.

The Critic Who Justly Admires All Kinds Of Things Simultaneously Cannot Love Any One Of Them.

The Lower One's Vitality, The More Sensitive One Is To Great Art.

The Past Is A Work Of Art, Free Of Irrelevancies And Loose Ends.