Not By Wrath Does One Kill, But

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

Ah, There Are So Many Things Betwixt Heaven And Earth Of Which Only The Poets Have Dreamed!

A Friend Should Be A Master At Guessing And Keeping Still: You Must Not Want To See Everything.

The Dyed-in-the-wool Teacher Takes Everything Seriously Only With Respect To His Students--himself Included.

They Would Have To Sing Better Songs For Me To Learn To Have Faith In Their Redeemer; And His Disciples Would Have To Look More Redeemed!