The Mystical Bond Of Brotherhood Makes All

A Man's Felicity Consists Not In The Outward And Visible Blessing Of Fortune, But In The Inward And Unseen Perfections And Riches Of The Mind.

Love Not Pleasure; Love God.

History Is The New Poetry.

Once The Mind Has Been Expanded By A Big Idea, It Will Never Go Back To Its Original State.

If I Say That Shakespeare Is The Greatest Of Intellects, I Have Said All Concerning Him. But There Is More In Shakespeare's Intellect Than We Have Yet Seen. It Is What I Call An Unconscious Intellect; There Is More Virtue In It That He Himself Is Aware Of.