To One Man A Stream Is So

The Mathematician Who Is Without Value To Mathematicians, The Thinker Who Is Obscure Or Meaningless To Thinkers, The Dramatist Who Fails To Move The Pit, May Be Wise, May Be Eminent, But As An Author He Has Failed.

Metaphysical Ghosts Cannot Be Killed, Because They Cannot Be Touched; But They May Be Dispelled By Dispelling The Twilight In Which Shadows And Solidities Are Easily Confounded. The Vital Principle Is An Entity Of This Ghostly Kind; And Although The Daylight Has Dissipated It, And Positive Biology Is No Longer Vexed With Its Visitations, It Nevertheless Reappears In Another Shape In The Shadowy Region Of Mystery Which Surrounds Biological And All Other Questions.

It Will Often Be A Question When A Man Is Or Is Not Wise In Advancing Unpalatable Opinions, Or In Preaching Heresies; But It Can Never Be A Question That A Man Should Be Silent If Unprepared To Speak The Truth As He Conceives It.

Literature Is At Once The Cause And The Effect Of Social Progress.

Vehemence Without Feeling Is But Rant.