It Is Singular How Impatient Men Are

The Thing We Long For, That We Are For One Transcendent Moment.

He Gives Us The Very Quintessence Of Perception,-the Clearly Crystalized Precipitation Of All That Is Most Precious In The Ferment Of Impression After The Impertinent And Obtrusive Particulars Have Evaporated From The Memory.

The Devil Loves Nothing Better Than The Intolerance Of Reformers.

For Only By Unlearning Wisdom Comes.

In All Literary History There Is No Such Figure As Dante, No Such Homogeneousness Of Life And Works, Such Loyalty To Ideas, Such Sublime Irrecognition Of The Unessential.