The Hospitable Instinct Is Not

Strange When You Come To Think Of It, That Of All Countless Folk Who Have Lived On This Planet, Not One Is Known In History Or In Legend As Having Died Of Laughter.

A Quiet City Is A Contradiction In Terms. It Is A Thing Uncanny, Spectral.

I Believe The Twenty-four Hour Day Has Come To Stay.

By Its Very Looseness, By Its Way Of Evoking Rather Than Defining, Suggesting Rather Than Saying, English Is A Magnificent Vehicle For Emotional Poetry.

History Does Not Repeat Itself. The Historians Repeat One Another.