My Books, At Any Rate, Deserved To

No Country Is So Peaceful As The One That Leads Into Death. Life Arches Above One's Head Like A Bridgespan, And Below It Flows The Water, Carries The Boat, Takes It Further.

But The Main Things About A Man Are His Eyes And His Feet. He Should Be Able To See The World And Go After It.

In The Course Of Writing One Historical Book Or Another, It Has Happened That I Could Hardly Restrain Myself From Simply Copying Entire Documents. Indeed, I Sometimes Sank Down Among The Documents And Said To Myself, I Can't Improve On These.

One Encounters Very Capable Fathers Abashed By Their Piano-playing Daughters. Three Measures Of Schumann Make Them Red With Embarrassment.

And If You Ask Again Whether There Is Any Justice In The World, You'll Have To Be Satisfied With The Reply: Not For The Time Being; At Any Rate, Not Up To This Friday.