Rest Is For The Dead.

The Thing Is Not Only To Avoid Error, But To Attain Immense Masses Of Truth.

The Genuine Essence Of Truth Never Dies.

A Sad Spectacle. If They Be Inhabited, What A Scope For Misery And Folly. If They Be Not Inhabited, What A Waste Of Space.

All Deep Things Are Song. It Seems Somehow The Very Central Essence Of Us, Song; As If All The Rest Were But Wrappages And Hulls!

Originality Is A Thing We Constantly Clamour For, And Constantly Quarrel With.