All Men Come Into This World Alone

The Burden Of The Incommunicable.

A Great Scholar, In The Highest Sense Of The Term, Is Not One Who Depends Simply On An Infinite Memory, But Also On An Infinite And Electrical Power Of Combination; Bringing Together From The Four Winds, Like The Angel Of The Resurrection, What Else Were Dust From Dead Men's Bones, Into The Unity Of Breathing Life.

Thou Hast The Keys Of Paradise, Oh, Just, Subtle, And Mighty Opium!

Enough If Every Age Produce Two Or Three Critics Of This Esoteric Class, With Here And There A Reader To Understand Them.

Everlasting Farewells! And Again, And Yet Again Reverberated Everlasting Farewells!