The Operations Of The Human Mind Are

The Pursuit Of Beauty Is Much More Dangerous Nonsense Than The Pursuit Of Truth Or Goodness, Because It Affords A Stronger Temptation To The Ego.

The Book Of Revelation, Difficult As It May Be For "literalists," Becomes Much Simpler When We Read It Typologically, As A Mosiac Of Allusions To Old Testament Prophecy.

No Matter How Much Experience We May Gather In Life, We Can Never In Life Get The Dimension Of Experience That The Imagination Gives Us. Only The Arts And Sciences Can Do That, And Of These, Only Literature Gives Us The Whole Sweep And Range Of Human Imagination As It Sees Itself

Horace, In A Particularly Boastful Mood, Once Said His Verse Would Last As Long As The Vestal Virgins Kept Going Up The Capitoline Hill To Worship At The Temple Of Jupiter. But Horace's Poetry Has Lasted Longer Than Jupiter's Religion, And Jupiter Himself Has Only Survived Because He Disappeared Into Literature.

A Reader Who Quarrels With Postulates, Who Dislikes Hamlet Because He Does Not Believe That There Are Ghosts Or That People Speak In Pentameters, Clearly Has No Business In Literature. He Cannot Distinguish Fiction From Fact, And Belongs In The Same Category As The People Who Send Checks To Radio Stations For The Relief Of Suffering Heroines In Soap Operas.