A Beggarly People, A Church

In That Temple Of Silence And Reconciliation Where The Enmities Of Twenty Generations Lie Buried, In The Great Abbey Which Has During Many Ages Afforded A Quiet Resting-place To Those Whose Minds And Bodies Have Been Shattered By The Contentions Of The Great Hall.

If Ever Shakespeare Rants, It Is Not When His Imagination Is Hurrying Him Along, But When He Is Hurrying His Imagination Along.

In Every Age The Vilest Specimens Of Human Nature Are To Be Found Among Demagogues.

Perhaps No Person Can Be A Poet, Or Can Even Enjoy Poetry, Without A Certain Unsoundness Of Mind.

The Puritan Hated Bear-baiting, Not Because It Gave Pain To The Bear, But Because It Gave Pleasure To The Spectators.