What is more hopelessly uninteresting than accomplished liberty? Great swarming, teeming Sydney flowing out into these myriads of ...bungalows, like shallow waters spreading, undyked. And what then? Nothing. No inner life, no high command, no interest in anything finally.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The poet, the dramatist, the novelist are free to exercise their imagination as widely as they choose. But the historian may not b...e allowed so long a tether. He must fulfill his function as creative artist only within very rigid limits. He cannot invent what went on in the mind of St. Thomas of Canterbury. The poet can. He cannot suppress inconvenient minor characters and invent others who more significantly underline the significance of his theme. The novelist can. The dramatist can. The historian, as Sir Phillip Sydney has said, "is captive to the truth of a foolish world." Not only is he captive to the truth of a foolish world, but he is captive to a truth he can never fully discover, and yet he is forbidden by his conscience and his training from inventing it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The concept of a mental state is primarily the concept of a state of the person apt for bringing about a certain sort of behaviour....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You've spent too much time with the stars. You don't know anything about living, the law of the jungle, the human jungle. I do, I'...ve spent my life at it. You don't know what your civilized people will do to cling to life. I do, because I know I'd cling if I had to kill to do it. And so will you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »