No Roman Ever Was Able To Say,

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

It Is A Part Of English Hypocrisy Or English Reserve, That Whilst We Are Fluent Enough In Grumbling About Small Inconveniences, We Insist On Making Light Of Any Great Difficulties Or Grief's That May Beset Us.

The Socratic Manner Is Not A Game At Which Two Can Play.

A Quiet City Is A Contradiction In Terms. It Is A Thing Uncanny, Spectral.

History Does Not Repeat Itself. The Historians Repeat One Another.