If We Like A Man's Dream, We

People Naturally Despise A Dependant.

The Mortality Of All Inanimate Things Is Terrible To Me, But That Of Books Most Of All.

By Beauty Of Course I Mean Truth, For The One Involves The Other; It Is Only The False In Art Which Is Ugly, And It Is Only The Ugly That Is Universal.

If We Like A Man's Dream, We Call Him A Reformer; If We Don't Like His Dream, We Call Him A Crank.

Lord, For The Erring Thought Not Unto Evil Wrought: Lord, For The Wicked Will Betrayed, And Baffled Still: For The Heart From Itself Kept, Our Thanksgiving Accept. For Ignorant Hopes That Were Broken To Our Blind Prayer: For Pain, Death, Sorrow, Sent Unto Our Chastisement: For All Loss Of Seeming Good, Quicken Our Gratitude.