Such Night In England Ne'er Had Been,

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

I Shall Cheerfully Bear The Reproach Of Having Descended Below The Dignity Of History.

Logicians May Reason About Abstractions. But The Great Mass Of Men Must Have Images. The Strong Tendency Of The Multitude In All Ages And Nations To Idolatry Can Be Explained On No Other Principle.

And How Can Man Die Better Than Facing Fearful Odds, For The Ashes Of His Fathers, And The Temples Of His Gods?

He Was A Rake Among Scholars, And A Scholar Among Rakes.