Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
Civilization is perhaps approaching one of those long winters that overtake it from time to time. Romantic Christendom - picturesque, passionate, unhappy episode - may be coming to an end. Such a catastrophe would be no reason for despair.
To turn events into ideas is the function of literature.
I have no axe to grind; only my thoughts to burnish.
History is always written wrong, and so always needs to be rewritten.
Religion in its humility restores man to his only dignity, the courage to live by grace.