Great Men Do Not Content Us. It

We Are Like Travellers Using The Cinders Of A Volcano To Roast Their Eggs. Whilst We See That It Always Stands Ready To Clothe What We Would Say, We Cannot Avoid The Question Whether The Characters Are Not Significant Of Themselves.

You Must Hear The Birds Song Without Attempting To Render It Into Nouns And Verbs.

He Who Would Be A Great Soul In The Future, Must Be A Great Soul Now.

Let The Words Be Gazetted And Ridiculous Henceforward.

I Read Your Piece On Plato. Holmes, When You Strike At A King, You Must Kill Him.