That Great Dust-heap Called 'history'.

Poetry Should Be Vital--either Stirring Our Blood By Its Divine Movements Or Snatching Our Breath By Its Divine Perfection. To Do Both Is Supreme Glory, To Do Either Is Enduring Fame.

Personally, I Am Dead Against The Burning Of Books.

Few Men Can Afford To Be Angry.

The Man Who Has A Library Of His Own Collection Is Able To Contemplate Himself Objectively, And Is Justified In Believing In His Own Existence.

History Is A Pageant And Not A Philosophy.