“ Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat. Michael Oakeshott
“ Like Midas, the Rationalist is always in the unfortunate position of not being able to touch anything, without transforming it into an abstraction; he can never get a square meal of experience. Michael Oakeshott
“ This, I believe, is the appropriate image of human intercourse -- appropriate because it recognizes the qualities, the diversities, and the proper relationships of human utterances. As civilized human… Michael Oakeshott
