Logic! Good Gracious! What Rubbish!

Don't Be Mysterious; There Isn't The Time.

But The Body Is Deeper Than The Soul And Its Secrets Inscrutable.

But Why I Cry Out Against Rubens Is Because He Painted Undressed People Instead Of Naked Ones.

It Is Impossible To Foretell The Future With Any Degree Of Accuracy, That It Is Impossible To Rehearse Life. A Fault In The Scenery, A Face In The Audience, An Interruption Of The Audience On To The Stage, And All Our Carefully Planned Gesture Mean Nothing, Or Mean Too Much.

The Historian Must Have Some Conception Of How Men Who Are Not Historians Behave. Otherwise He Will Move In A World Of The Dead. He Can Only Gain That Conception Through Personal Experience, And He Can Only Use His Personal Experiences When He Is A Genius.