One Might Well Say That Mankind Is

I Was A Modest, Good-humoured Boy. It Is Oxford That Has Made Me Insufferable.

To Give And Then Not Feel That One Has Given Is The Very Best Of All Ways Of Giving.

In Every Human Being One Or The Other Of These Two Instincts Is Predominant: The Active Or Positive Instinct To Offer Hospitality, The Negative Or Passive Instinct To Accept It. And Either Of These Instincts Is So Significant Of Character That One Might As Well Say That Mankind Is Divisible Into Two Great Classes: Hosts And Guests.

Not Philosophy, After All, Not Humanity, Just Sheer Joyous Power Of Song, Is The Primal Thing In Poetry.

The Literary Gift Is A Mere Accident - Is As Often Bestowed On Idiots Who Have Nothing To Say Worth Hearing As It Is Denied To Strenuous Sages.