Libraries Are Not Made, They Grow.

History Is A Pageant And Not A Philosophy.

Libraries Are Not Made, They Grow.

I Am Far Too Much In Doubt About The Present, Far Too Perturbed .about The Future, To Be Otherwise Than Profoundly Reverential About The Past.

Great Is Bookishness And The Charm Of Books.

A Poet's Soul Must Contain The Perfect Shape Of All Things Good, Wise And Just. His Body Must Be Spotless And Without Blemish, His Life Pure, His Thoughts High, His Studies Intense.