Even Imperfection Itself May Have Its Ideal

Call For The Grandest Of All Earthly Spectacles, What Is That? It Is The Sun Going To His Rest.

The Burden Of The Incommunicable.

Out Of The Ruined Lodge And Forgotten Mansion, Bowers That Are Trodden Under Foot, And Pleasure-houses That Are Dust, The Poet Calls Up A Palingenesis.

It Is One Of The Misfortunes In Life That One Must Read Thousands Of Books Only To Discover That One Need Not Have Read Them.

The Pulpit Style Of Germany Has Been Always Rustically Negligent, Or Bristling With Pedantry.