If You Lay Duties Upon People And

Publishers Are All Cohorts Of The Devil; There Must Be A Special Hell For Them Somewhere.

My Inheritance How Lordly Wide And Fair; Time Is My Fair Seed-field, To Time I'm Heir.

The World Cannot Do Without Great Men, But Great Men Are Very Troublesome To The World.

They Teach In Academies Far Too Many Things, And Far Too Much That Is Useless.

You Can’t, If You Can’t Feel It, If It Never Rises From The Soul, And Sways The Heart Of Every Single Hearer, With Deepest Power, In Simple Ways. You’ll Sit Forever, Gluing Things Together, Cooking Up A Stew From Other’s Scraps, Blowing On A Miserable Fire, Made From Your Heap Of Dying Ash. Let Apes And Children Praise Your Art, If Their Admiration’s To Your Taste, But You’ll Never Speak From Heart To Heart, Unless It Rises Up From Your Heart’s Space.