One might regard architecture as history arrested in stone.
Walking is the favorite sport of the good and wise.
This filthy twentieth century. I hate its guts.
Bound as our lives are to the tyranny of time, it is through what we know of history that we are delivered from our bonds and escape - into time.
History is a great deal closer to poetry than is generally realised: in truth, I think, it is in essence the same.
I would never wound a cat's feelings, no matter how downright aggressive I might be to humans.