Music... A Kind Of Inarticulate, Unfathomable Speech,

There Is No Heroic Poem In The World But Is At Bottom A Biography, The Life Of A Man.

Woe To Him That Claims Obedience When It Is Not Due; Woe To Him That Refuses It When It Is.

The Greatest Security Against Sin Is To Be Shocked At Its Presence.

Ever, As Before, Does Madness Remain A Mysterious-terrific, Altogether Infernal Boiling-up Of The Nether Chaotic Deep, Through This Fair-painted Vision Of Creation, Which Swims Thereon, Which We Name The Real.

Rich As We Are In Biography, A Well-written Life Is Almost As Rare As A Well-spent One; And There Are Certainly Many More Men Whose History Deserves To Be Recorded Than Persons Willing And Able To Record It.