The Gallery In Which The Reporters Sit

To Be A Really Good Historian Is Perhaps The Rarest Of Intellectual Distinctions.

And To Say That Society Ought To Be Governed By The Opinion Of The Wisest And Best, Though True, Is Useless. Whose Opinion Is To Decide Who Are The Wisest And Best?

The Merit Of Poetry, In Its Wildest Forms, Still Consists In Its Truth-truth Conveyed To The Understanding, Not Directly By The Words, But Circuitously By Means Of Imaginative Associations, Which Serve As Its Conductors.

This Is The Highest Miracle Of Genius, That Things Which Are Not Should Be As Though They Were, That The Imaginations Of One Mind Should Become The Personal Recollections Of Another.

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