Everybody's Business Is Nobody's Business.

He Who, In An Enlightened And Literary Society, Aspires To Be A Great Poet, Must First Become A Little Child. He Must Take To Pieces The Whole Web Of His Mind. He Must Unlearn Much Of That Knowledge Which Has Perhaps Constituted Hitherto His Chief Title To Superiority. His Very Talents Will Be A Hindrance To Him.

The Merit Of Poetry, In Its Wildest Forms, Still Consists In Its Truth-truth Conveyed To The Understanding, Not Directly By The Words, But Circuitously By Means Of Imaginative Associations, Which Serve As Its Conductors.

The Business Of The Dramatist Is To Keep Himself Out Of Sight, And To Let Nothing Appear But His Characters. As Soon As He Attracts Notice To His Personal Feelings, The Illusion Is Broken.

This Is The Highest Miracle Of Genius, That Things Which Are Not Should Be As Though They Were, That The Imaginations Of One Mind Should Become The Personal Recollections Of Another.

It Is, I Believe, No Exaggeration To Say That All The Historical Information Which Has Been Collected In The Sanskrit Language Is Less Valuable Than What May Be Found In The Paltry Abridgements Used At Preparatory Schools In England.