Man is not made to understand life, but to live it.
For Shakespeare, in the matter of religion, the choice lay between Christianity and nothing. He chose nothing.
The world is so ordered that we must, in a material sense, lose everything we have and love, one thing after another, until we ourselves close our eyes.
Oxford, the paradise of dead philosophies.
Tomes of aesthetic criticism hang on a few moments of real delight and intuition.
Eloquence is a republican art, as conversation is an aristocratic one.