What Sort Of God Would It Be,

What Makes Poetry? A Full Heart, Brimful Of One Noble Passion.

Everyone Believes In His Youth That The World Really Began With Him, And That All Merely Exists For His Sake.

English Plays, Atrocious In Content, Absurd In Form, Objectionable In Action, Execrable Englishtheatre.

Let There Be Truth Between Us.

What A Day It Is When We Must Envy The Men In Their Graves.