The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it hom >>
Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. >>
We make a mistake forsaking England and moving out into the periphery >>
One of the effects of a safe and civilized life is an immense oversens >>
I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or >>
It is all a question of sensitiveness. Brute force and overbearing may >>
It is all a question of sensitiveness. Brute force and overbearing may make a terrific effect. But in the end, that which lives by delicate sensitiveness. If it were a question of brute force, not a single human baby would survive for a fortnight. It is the grass of the field, most frail of all things, that supports all life all the time. But for the green grass, no empire would rise, no man would eat bread: for grain is grass; and Hercules or Napoleon or Henry Ford would alike be denied existence.