In Our Wide World There Is But

Without Oblivion, There Is No Remembrance Possible. When Both Oblivion And Memory Are Wise, When The General Soul Of Man Is Clear, Melodious, True, There May Come A Modern Iliad As Memorial Of The Past.

The Man Who Cannot Wonder, Who Does Not Habitually Wonder (and Worship), Were He President Of Innumerable Royal Societies, And Carried The Whole Mecanique Celeste And Hegel's Philosophy, And The Epitome Of All Laboratories And Observatories With Their Results, In His Single Head, Is But A Pair Of Spectacles Behind Which There Is No Eye. Let Those Who Have Eyes Look Through Him, Then He May Be Useful.

The English Are A Dumb People. They Can Do Great Acts, But Not Describe Them.

I Have No Patience Whatever With These Gorilla Damnifications Of Humanity.

The Mystery Of A Person, Indeed, Is Ever Divine To Him That Has A Sense For The Godlike.