Reality, If Rightly Interpreted, Is Grander Than

No Sooner Does A Great Man Depart, And Leave His Character As Public Property, Than A Crowd Of Little Men Rushes Towards It. There They Are Gathered Together, Blinking Up To It With Such Vision As They Have, Scanning It From Afar, Hovering Round It This Way And That, Each Cunningly Endeavoring, By All Arts, To Catch Some Reflex Of It In The Little Mirror Of Himself.

The Steam-engine I Call Fire-demon And Great; But It Is Nothing To The Invention Of Fire.

A Very Sea Of Thought; Neither Calm Nor Clear, If You Will, Yet Wherein The Toughest Pearl-diver May Dive To His Utmost Depth, And Return Not Only With Sea-wreck But With True Orients.

Poetry, Therefore, We Will Call Musical Thought.

Neither In Tailoring Nor In Legislating Does Man Proceed By Mere Accident.