Time's Ruins Build Eternity's Mansions.

No Pen, No Ink, No Table, No Room, No Time, No Quiet, No Inclination.

The Supreme Question About A Work Of Art Is Out Of How Deep A Life Does It Spring. Paintings Of Moreau Are Paintings Of Ideas. The Deepest Poetry Of Shelley, The Words Of Hamlet Bring Our Mind Into Contact With The Eternal Wisdom; Plato's World Of Ideas. All The Rest Is The Speculation Of Schoolboys For Schoolboys.

The Mouth Can Be Better Engaged Than With A Cylinder Of Rank Weed.

Read Your Own Obituary Notice; They Say You Live Longer. Gives You Second Wind. New Lease Of Life.

History, Stephen Said, Is A Nightmare From Which I Am Trying To Awake.