The Love Of Indolence Is Universal, Or

My Case Is A Species Of Madness, Only That It Is A Derangement Of The Volition, And Not Of The Intellectual Faculties.

We Must Follow The Old Authorities And Precedents In Criminal Matters.

Iago's Soliloquy - The Motive-hunting Of A Motiveless Malignity - How Awful It Is!

Not The Poem Which We Have Read , But That To Which We Return , With The Greatest Pleasure, Possesses The Genuine Power, And Claims The Name Of Essential Poetry .

You Do Not Believe, You Only Believe That You Believe.