The Book, Like The Bicycle, Is A

Criticism Will Need An Injection Of Humility That Is, A Recognition Of Its Role As Ancillary To The Arts, Needed Only Occasionally In A Temporary Capacity. Since The Critic Exists Only For Introducing And Explaining, He Must Be Readily Intelligible; He Has No Special Vocabulary: Criticism Is In No Way A Science Or A System.

It Seems A Long Time Since The Morning Mail Could Be Called Correspondence.

Since In Every European Country Between 1870 And 1914 There Was A War Party Demanding Armaments, An Individualist Party Demanding Ruthless Competition, An Imperialist Party Demanding A Free Hand Over Backward Peoples, A Socialist Party Demanding The Conquest Of Power And A Racialist Party Demanding Internal Purges Against Aliens - All Of Them, When Appeals To Greed And Glory Failed, Invoked Spencer And Darwin, Which Was To Say Science Incarnate.

Science Is, In The Best And Strictest Sense, Glorious Entertainment

Old Age Is Like Learning A New Profession. And Not One Of Your Own Choosing.