Perhaps No Person Can Be A Poet,

If Ever Shakespeare Rants, It Is Not When His Imagination Is Hurrying Him Along, But When He Is Hurrying His Imagination Along.

Sense Can Support Herself Handsomely In Most Countries On Some Eighteen Pence A Day; But For Fantasy, Planets And Solar Systems, Will Not Suffice.

In Taste And Imagination, In The Graces Of Style, In The Arts Of Persuasion, In The Magnificence Of Public Works, The Ancients Were At Least Our Equals.

Scotland By No Means Escaped The Fate Ordained For Every Country Which Is Connected, But Not Incorporated, With Another Country Of Greater Resources.

The Hearts Of Men Are Their Books; Events Are Their Tutors; Great Actions Are Their Eloquence.