People say sometimes that Beauty is superficial. That may be so. But at least it is not so superficial as Thought is. To me, Beauty is the wonder of wonders. It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.
Judges, like the criminal classes, have their lighter moments
A process which makes one rogue cleverer than another.
The imagination imitates. It is the critical spirit that creates.
To be good, according to the vulgar standard of goodness, is obviously quite easy. It merely requires a certain amount of sordid terror, a certain lack of imaginative thought, and a certain low passion for middle-class respectability.