It is probably always disastrous not to be a poet.
The history of the Victorian Age will never be written: we know too much about it.
There is something dark and wintry about the atmosphere of the later Middle Ages.
Human beings are too important to be treated as mere symptoms of the past. They have a value which is independent of any temporal processโโwhich is eternal, and must be felt for its own sake.
Englishmen have always loved Moliere.
English dramatic literature is, of course, dominated by Shakespeare; and it is almost inevitable that an English reader should measure the value of other poetic drama by the standards which Shakespeare has already implanted in his mind.