I Am A Liberal, Yet I Am

On Sundays, At The Matin-chime, The Alpine Peasants, Two And Three, Climb Up Here To Pray; Burghers And Dames, At Summer's Prime, Ride Out To Church From Chamberry, Dight With Mantles Gay, But Else It Is A Lonely Time Round The Church Of Brou.

One Has Often Wondered Whether Upon The Whole Earth There Is Anything So Unintelligent, So Unapt To Perceive How The World Is Really Going, As An Ordinary Young Englishman Of Our Upper Class.

Because Thou Must Not Dream, Thou Need Not Despair.

The Kings Of Modern Thought Are Dumb.

Coleridge: Poet And Philosopher Wrecked In A Mist Of Opium.