There Is Nothing That This Age, From

The True Work Of A Critic Is Not To Make His Hearer Believe Him, But Agree With Him.

How False Is The Conception, How Frantic The Pursuit, Of That Treacherous Phantom Which Men Call Liberty.

The Man Who Says To One, Go, And He Goeth, And To Another, Come, And He Cometh, Has, In Most Cases, More Sense Of Restraint And Difficulty Than The Man Who Obeys Him.

Of Human Work None But What Is Bad Can Be Perfect In Its Own Bad Way.

There Is No Law Of History Any More Than Of A Kaleidoscope.