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

Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one's hand.

Artists are the antennae of the race, but the bullet-headed many will never learn to trust the great artists.

Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.

There are few things more difficult than to appraise the work of a man suddenly dead in his youth; to disentangle promise from achievement; to save him from that sentimentalizing which confuses the tragedy of the interruption with the merit of the work actually performed.

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

Song in the Manner of Housman" O woe, woe, People are born and die, We also shall be dead pretty soon Therefore let us act as if we were dead already. The bird sits on the hawthorn tree But he dies also, presently. Some lads get hung, and some get shot. Woeful is this human lot. Woe! woe, etcetera.... London is a woeful place, Shropshire is much pleasanter. Then let us smile a little space Upon fond nature's morbid grace. Oh, Woe, woe, woe, etcetera.