Bacon's Not The Only Thing That's Cured

Hamlet Is Every Man's Self-love With All Its Dreams Realized. He Wears All The Crowns And Carries Every Cross.

Friends Are God's Apology For Relations.

Behind The Big Names Of Twentieth-century Literature There Stands A Shadow Cabinet Of Writers Waiting To Take Over Once The Wind Of Change Has Blown. My Own Vote Goes To Hugh Kingsmill As Leader Of This Opposition.

Writers Are Idolized Not Because They Love Their Fellow Men, Which Is Never A Recommendation And In Extreme Instances Leads To Crucifixion, But Because Their Self-love Is In Tune With Current Fears And Desires, And In Giving It Expression They Are Speaking For An Inarticulate Multitude.

There Are Dons Who Care For The Intellect And The Imagination, And There Are Priests Who Care For The Spirit; But Broadly Speaking The Function Of Universities And Churches Alike Is To Trim And Tame Enthusiasm, To Suppress Curiosity, And, In Short, To Whittle Immortal Souls Into Serviceable Props Of The Established Order.