Beauty Is The Sole Legitimate Province Of

The Sole Purpose Is To Provide Infinite Springs, At Which The Soul May Allay The Eternal Thirst To Know Which Is Forever Unquenchable Within It, Since To Quench It, Would Be To Extinguish The Soul's Self.

The Enormous Multiplication Of Books In Every Branch Of Knowledge Is One Of The Greatest Evils Of This Age, Since It Presents One Of The Most Serious Obstacles To The Acquisition Of Correct Information By Throwing In The Reader's Way Piles Of Lumber In Which He Must Painfully Grope For The Scraps Of Useful Matter, Peradventure Interspersed.

The Rudiment Of Verse May, Possibly, Be Found In The Spondee.

And So, Being Young And Dipt In Folly, I Fell In Love With Melancholy.

False Hope Is Nicer Than No Hope At All.