History Is A Great Dust Heap.

Contented Saturnine Human Figures, A Dozen Or So Of Them, Sitting Around A Large Long Table...perfect Equality Is To Be The Rule; No Rising Or Notice Taken When Anybody Enters Or Leaves. Let The Entering Man Take His Place And Pipe, Without Obligatory Remarks; If He Cannot Smoke...let Him At Least Affect To Do So, And Not Ruffle The Established Stream Of Things.

Genius Is An Infinite Capacity For Taking Pains.

Earnestness Alone Makes Life Eternity.

Poetry, Therefore, We Will Call Musical Thought.

History Is A Great Dust Heap.