Love Is Not Blind; That Is The

Correctitude Implies Nowadays A Formal Or Fastidious Use Of Words; And What Is Wanted Is Not So Much The Correct As The Living Use Of Words. It Is The Memory Of The Meaning Of A Word Which Is The Life Of The Word.

A Man Is Angry At A Libel Because It Is False, But At A Satire Because It Is True.

A Good Civilisation Spreads Over Us Freely Like A Tree, Varying And Yielding Because It Is Alive. A Bad Civilisation Stands Up And Sticks Out Above Us Like An Umbrella-artificial, Mathematical In Shape; Not Merely Universal, But Uniform.

With Any Recovery From Morbidity There Must Go A Certain Healthy Humiliation.

It Is Impossible Without Humility To Enjoy Anything - Even Pride.