Were I A Philosopher, I Should Write

There Is Nothing In Which The Birds Differ More From Man Than The Way In Which They Can Build And Yet Leave A Landscape As It Was Before.

Swinburne Was An Absurd Character. He Was A Bird Of Showy Strut And Plumage. One Could Not But Admire His Glorious Feathers; But, As Soon As He Began To Moult ... One Saw How Very Little Body There Was Underneath.

There Are Travelers Who Fear To Own Delicate Hands More Than To Meet A Lion, And Soldiers Who Would Rather Lose A Limb Than Gain A Beautiful Nose By Artificial Methods.

The Mirror That Strindberg Held Up To Nature Was A Cracked One. It Was Cracked In A Double Sense -- It Was Crazy. It Gave Back Broken Images Of A World Which It Made Look Like The Chaos Of A Lunatic Dream.

Jane Austen Has Often Been Praised As A Natural Historian. She Is A Naturalist Among Tame Animals. She Does Not Study Men (as Dostoevsky Does) In His Wild State Before He Has Been Domesticated. Her Men And Women Are Essentially Men And Women Of The Fireside.