Ideas are fatal to caste.

The sort of poetry I seek only resides in objects Man can't touch - like England 's grass network of lanes 100 years ago, but today he can destroy them and only Lord Farrer keeps him from doing it.

Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever penetrated into the ear of man.

There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for which the worshipper may one day be required to suffer.

Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum.

It is easy to face Death and Fate, and the things that sound so dreadful. It is on my muddles that I look back with horror--on thethings that I might have avoided.

It is pleasant to be transferred from an office where one is afraid of a sergeant-major into an office where one can intimidate generals, and perhaps this is why history is so attractive to the more timid among us. We can recover self-confidence by snubbing the dead.