Art Without Life Is A Poor Affair.

Make Him [the Reader] Think The Evil, Make Him Think It For Himself, And You Are Released From Weak Specifications.

It Takes An Endless Amount Of History To Make Even A Little Tradition.

Oxford Lends Sweetness To Labour And Dignity To Leisure.

The Practice Of "reviewing"... In General Has Nothing In Common With The Art Of Criticism.

A Swift Carriage, Of A Dark Night, Rattling With Four Horses Over Roads That One Can’t See--that’s My Idea Of Happiness.