The humanities are like the great old Paris Flea Market where, amidst masses of junk, people with a good eye found cast away treasures. . . They are like a refugee camp where all the geniuses driven out of their jobs and countries by unfriendly regimes are idling.
The general interest of the masses might take the place of the insight of genius if it were allowed freedom of action.
The welfare state is not really about the welfare of the masses. It is about the egos of the elites.
Let no one try to justify the glaring difference between the classes and the masses, the prince and the pauper, by saying that the former need more.
The relative majesty of buildings depends more on the weight and vigour of their masses than any other tribute of their design.