If You Look At The

Modern" Poetry Is, Essentially, An Extension Of Romanticism; It Is What Romantic Poetry Wishes Or Finds It Necessary To Become. It Is The End Product Of Romanticism, All Past And No Future; It Is Impossible To Go Further By Any Extrapolation Of The Process By Which We Have Arrived, And Certainly It Is Impossible To Remain Where We Are Who Could Endure A Century Of Transition ?

Carl Becker Has Defined A Professor As A Man Who Thinks Otherwise; A Scholar Is A Man Who Otherwise Thinks.

Say What You Like, But Such Things Do Happen - Not Often, But They Do Happen.

And The World Said, Child, You Will Not Be Missed. You Are Cheaper Than A Wrench, Your Back Is A Road; Your Death Is A Table In A Book. You Had Our Wit, Our Heart Was Sealed To You: Man Is The Judgment Of The World.

Art Is Long, And Critics Are The Insects Of A Day.