As Freedom Is The Only Safeguard Of

Books Are Becoming Everything To Me. If I Had At This Moment Any Choice In Life, I Would Bury Myself In One Of Those Immense Libraries...and Never Pass A Waking Hour Without A Book Before Me.

No Man In The World Acts Up To His Own Standard Of Right.

A Beggarly People, A Church And No Steeple.

In The Plays Of Shakespeare Man Appears As He Is, Made Up Of A Crowd Of Passions Which Contend For The Mastery Over Him, And Govern Him In Turn.

Language, The Machine Of The Poet, Is Best Fitted For His Purpose In Its Rudest State. Nations, Like Individuals, First Perceive, And Then Abstract. They Advance From Particular Images To General Terms. Hence The Vocabulary Of An Enlightened Society Is Philosophical, That Of A Half-civilized People Is Poetical.