Correct English Is The Slang Of Prigs.

A Man's A Man. But When You See A King, You See The Work Of Many Thousand Men.

I Couldn't Live In Peace If I Put The Shadow Of A Willful Sin Between Myself And God.

It Is Strange How Deeply Colours Seem To Penetrate One, Like Scent.

Somebody Put A Drop Under A Magnifying-glass And It Was All Semicolons And Parentheses.

Here Undoubtedly Lies The Chief Poetic Energy: - In The Force Of Imagination That Pierces Or Exalts The Solid Fact, Instead Of Floating Among Cloud-pictures.