Essays, Entitled Critical, Are Epistles Addressed To

I Should Never Stand Alone In This Desert World, But That Manna Would Drop From Heaven, If I Would But Rise With Every Rising Sun To Gather It.

All Greatness Affects Different Minds, Each In Its Own Particular Kind, And The Variations Of Testimony Mark The Truth Of Feeling.

Tremble Not Before The Free Man, But Before The Slave Who Has Chains To Break.

Pain Has No Effect But To Steal Some Of My Time.

Who Can Ever Be Alone For A Moment In Italy? Every Stone Has A Voice, Every Grain Of Dust Seems Instinct With Spirit From The Past, Every Step Recalls Some Line, Some Legend Of Long-neglected Lore.