Literature and the arts are also criticism in a more particular and practical sense. They embody an expository reflection on, a value judgement of, the inheritance and context to which they pertain.

If there is a chronic infirmity by which every teacher ought to be afflicted, it is, indeed, hope.

Words that are saturated with lies or atrocity, do not easily resume life.

Men are accomplices to that which leaves them indifferent.

Nothing is more symptomatic of the enervation, of the decompression of the Western imagination, than our incapacity to respond to the landings on the Moon. Not a single great poem, picture, metaphor has come of this breathtaking act, of Prometheus' rescue of Icarus or of Phaeton in flight towards the stars.

When a language dies, a way of understanding the world dies with it, a way of looking at the world.

I'm sorry, I'm absolutely convinced that there is at the moment no realistic prospect for very much hope in human affairs.