When people agree with me I always feel that I must be wrong. The Critic as Artist

“Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; / Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?” Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Their return home to their father and a good life was always so satisfying and splendid; I realized keenly that that was the only proper, good, and desirable outcome, but the part of the story that took place among the wicked and the lost was by far the more appealing, and, if one were free to state and admit it, it was sometimes actually a downright shame that the prodigal repented and was found again Demian

Scientific truth is characterized by its exactness and the certainty of its predictions. But these admirable qualities are contrived by science at the cost of remaining on a plane of secondary problems. leaving intact the ultimate and decisive questions. … Yet science is but a small part of the human mind and organism. Where it stops, man does not stop. History as a System