My Soul Is Full Of Longing For

Intelligence And Courtesy Not Always Are Combined; Often In A Wooden House A Golden Room We Find.

None But Yourself Who Are Your Greatest Foe.

Every Author Has The Whole Past To Contend With; All The Centuries Are Upon Him. He Is Compared With Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, Milton.

All Things Must Change To Something New, To Something Strange.

The Human Voice Is The Organ Of The Soul.