Few Men Can Afford To Be Angry.

It Is The Mass That Matters.

Friendship Is A Word, The Very Sight Of Which In Print Makes The Heart Warm.

I Am Far Too Much In Doubt About The Present, Far Too Perturbed .about The Future, To Be Otherwise Than Profoundly Reverential About The Past.

Any Ordinary Man Can...surround Himself With Two Thousand Books...and Thenceforward Have At Least One Place In The World In Which It Is Possible To Be Happy.

A Poet's Soul Must Contain The Perfect Shape Of All Things Good, Wise And Just. His Body Must Be Spotless And Without Blemish, His Life Pure, His Thoughts High, His Studies Intense.