Many A Crown Covers Bald Foreheads.

Our Euripides The Human, With His Droppings Of Warm Tears, And His Touchings Of Things Common Till They Rose To Meet The Spheres.

Souls Are Gregarious In A Sense, But No Soul Touches Another, As A General Rule.

You May Write Twenty Lines One Day--or Even Three Like Euripides In Three Days--and A Hundred Lines In One More Day--and Yet On The Hundred, May Have Been Expended As Much Good Work, As On The Twenty And The Three.

Souls Are Dangerous Things To Carry Straight Through All The Spilt Saltpetre Of This World.

I Work With Patience, Which Is Almost Power.