A Boy In Love Is Not Mainly

W. B. Yeats Has Created, If Not A New World, A New Star. He Is Not A Reporter Of Life As It Is, To The Extent That Shakespeare Or Browning Is. One Is Not Quite Certain That His Kingdom Is Of The Green Earth. He Is Like A Man Who Has Seen The Earth Not Directly But In A Crystal.

Dostoevsky's Visible World Was A World Of Sensationalism. He May In The Last Analysis Be A Great Mystic Or A Great Psychologist; But He Almost Always Reveals His Genius On A Stage Crowded With People Who Behave Like The Men And Women One Reads About In The Police News.

We Cannot Get Happiness By Striving After It, And Yet With An Effort We Can Impart It.

It May Be That All Games Are Silly. But Then, So Are Humans.

With Wordsworth, Indeed, The Light Of Revelation Did Not Fall Upon Human Beings So Unbrokenly As Upon The Face Of The Earth. He Knew The Birds Of The Countryside Better Than The Old Men, And The Flowers Far Better Than The Children.