No Man Is Uninteresting When

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.

Mystery Lies Over The Sea. Every Ship Is Bound For Thule.

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.

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.

It Is Almost Impossible To Remember How Tragic A Place The World Is When One Is Playing Golf.