I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It's listed as part of the poetic training, you know.

A general loathing of a gang or sect usually has some sound basis in instinct.

It would be about as easy for an American to become a Chinaman or a Hindoo as for him to acquire an Englishness or a Frenchness or a European-ness that is more than half skin deep.

The only history that matters is the history we know.

The act of bell ringing is symbolic of all proselytizing religions. It implies the pointless interference with the quiet of other people.

And the good writer chooses his words for their 'meaning', but that meaning is not a a set, cut-off thing like the move of knight or pawn on a chess-board. It comes up with roots, with associations, with how and where the word is familiarly used, or where it has been used brilliantly or memorably.

Art is to be admired rather than explained. The jargon of these sculptors is beyond me. I do not precisely know why I admire a green granite, female, apparently pregnant monster with one eye going around a square corner.