The True End Of Tragedy Is To

Poetry Demands A Man With A Special Gift For It, Or Else One With A Touch Of Madness In Him.

The Ideal Man Takes Joy In Doing Favors For Others.

Hope Is A Waking Dream.

There Is A Cropping-time In The Races Of Men, As In The Fruits Of The Field; And Sometimes, If The Stock Be Good, There Springs Up For A Time A Succession Of Splendid Men; And Then Comes A Period Of Barrenness.

Misfortune Shows Those Who Are Not Really Friends.