There Is No Truth. Only Points Of

The Public Will Believe Anything, So Long As It Is Not Founded On Truth.

The Reason Why Matthew Arnold, To My Feeling, Fails Entirely As A Poet (though No Doubt His Ideas Were Good - At Least, I Am Told They Were) Is That He Had No Sense Of Touch Whatsoever. Nothing Made Any Impression On His Skin. He Could Feel Neither The Shape Nor The Texture Of A Poem With His Hands.

[history Is] That Terrible Mill In Which Sawdust Rejoins Sawdust.

Another Little Drink Wouldn't Do Us Any Harm.

... All Ugliness Passes, And Beauty Endures, Excepting Of The Skin.