We have entered a period of intolerance which combines, as it sometimes does in America, with a sugary taste for euphemism.

For the machine meant the conquest of horizontal space. It also meant a sense of that space which few people had experienced before – the succession and superimposition of views, the unfolding of landscape in flickering surfaces as one was carried swiftly past it, and an exaggerated feeling of relative motion (the poplars nearby seeming to move faster than the church spire across the field) due to parallax. The view from the train was not the view from the horse. It compressed more motifs into the same time. Conversely, it left less time in which to dwell on any one thing.

The greater the artist, the greater the doubt; perfect confidence is granted to the less talented as a consolation prize.

On the whole, money does artists much more good than harm. The idea that one benefits from cold water, crusts and debt collectors is now almost extinct, like belief in the reformatory power of flogging.

Nothing they design ever gets in the way of a work of art

It was a secular cathedral, dedicated to the rites of travel.

It is an oldish question, but not perhaps a very interesting one, whether cooking is an art or not.