The Present Is Burthened Too Much With

The World Surely Has Not Another Place Like Oxford; It Is A Despair To See Such A Place And Ever To Leave It, For It Would Take A Lifetime And More Than One To Comprehend And Enjoy It Satisfactorily.

No Man For Any Considerable Period Can Wear One Face To Himself And Another To The Multitude, Without Finally Getting Bewildered As To Which May Be The True.

But This Had Been A Sin Of Passion, Not Of Principle, Nor Even Purpose.

Sunlight Is Like The Breath Of Life To The Pomp Of Autumn.

It Is Because The Spirit Is Inestimable, That The Lifeless Body Is So Little Valued.