Solitude will be welcomed or endured or avoided$$$ according as a man's personal value is large or small.

A genuine work of art$$$ can never be false$$$ nor can it be discredited through the lapse of time$$$ for it does not present an opinion but the thing itself.

Animals hear about death for the first time when they die.

The person who writes for fools is always sure of a large audience.

We forfeit three-fourths of ourselves in order to be like other people.

No rose without a thorn$$$ but many a thorn without a rose.

If it is art$$$ it is not for all$$$ and if it is for all$$$ it is not art.

Leadership ignites the circuit between the individual and the mass and thereby alters history.

The historian$$$ like everyone else$$$ is forever trapped in the egocentric predicament$$$ and 'presentism' is his original sin.

Now that all writers everywhere are contractually obligated to blog and tweet all day long$$$ who has time to work on a book?