The Mighty And Supreme Jesus, Who Was

As To London We Must Console Ourselves With The Thought That If Life Outside Is Less Poetic Than It Was In The Days Of Old, Inwardly Its Poetry Is Much Deeper.

There Are The Manufacturing Multitudes Of England; They Must Have Work, And Find Markets For Their Work; If Machines And The Black Country Are Ugly, Famine Would Be Uglier Still.

Yet For My Part, Deeply As I Am Moved By The Religious Architecture Of The Middle Ages, I Cannot Honestly Say That I Ever Felt The Slightest Emotion In Any Modern Gothic Church.

There Is A Spell In Mediaeval Art Which Has Had Power To Bewitch Some People Into Trying, Or Wishing To Try, Or Fancying That They Wish To Try Or Making Believe To Fancy That They Wish To Try, To Bring Back The Middle Ages.

Above All Nations Is Humanity.