Stories Now, To Suit A Public Taste,

Attention Is The Stuff That Memory Is Made Of, And Memory Is Accumulated Genius.

In The Earliest Ages Science Was Poetry, As In The Later Poetry Has Become Science.

It ["the Ancient Mariner"] Is Marvellous In Its Mastery Over That Delightfully Fortuitous Inconsequence That Is The Adamantine Logic Of Dreamland.

Metaphor Is No Argument, Though It Be Sometimes The Gunpowder To Drive One Home, And Imbed It In The Memory.

The True Ideal Is Not Opposed To The Real But Lies In It; And Blessed Are The Eyes That Find It.