Men Of Genius Are Not Quick Judges

To Give An Accurate And Exhaustive Account Of That Period Would Need A Far Less Brilliant Pen Than Mine.

Not Philosophy, After All, Not Humanity, Just Sheer Joyous Power Of Song, Is The Primal Thing In Poetry.

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.

It Is A Fact That Not Once In All My Life Have I Gone Out For A Walk. I Have Been Taken Out For Walks; But That Is Another Matter.

A Man's Work Is Rather The Needful Supplement To Himself Than The Outcome Of It.