Personally, I Am Dead Against The Burning

A Poet's Soul Must Contain The Perfect Shape Of All Things Good, Wise And Just. His Body Must Be Spotless And Without Blemish, His Life Pure, His Thoughts High, His Studies Intense.

Few Men Can Afford To Be Angry.

[milton] Calls The University "a Stony-hearted Step-mother."

History Is A Pageant And Not A Philosophy.

That Great Dust-heap Called 'history'.