Mystery Lies Over The Sea. Every Ship

The Belief In The Possibility Of A Short Decisive War Appears To Be One Of The Most Ancient And Dangerous Of Human Illusions.

When One Has Praised Turgenev, However, For The Beauty Of His Character And The Beautiful Truth Of His Art, One Remembers That He, Too, Was Human And Therefore Less Than Perfect. His Chief Failing Was, Perhaps, That Of All The Great Artists, He Was The Most Lacking In Exuberance. That Is Why He Began To Be Scorned In A World Which Rated Exuberance Higher Than Beauty Or Love Or Pity.

A Boy In Love Is Not Mainly A Calf But A Poet.

We Forget That Socrates Was Famed For Wisdom Not Because He Was Omniscient But Because He Realized At The Age Of Seventy That He Still Knew Nothing.

The Last Spectacle Of Which Christian Men Are Likely To Grow Tired Is A Harbour. Centuries Hence There May Be Jumping-off Places For The Stars, And Our Children's Children's And So Forth Children May Regard A Ship As A Creeping Thing Scarcely More Adventurous Than A Worm. Meanwhile, Every Harbour Gives Us A Sense Of Being In Touch, If Not With The Ends Of The Universe, With The Ends Of The Earth.