To Be At Other People's Orders Brings

To Like Keats Is A Test Of Fitness For Understanding Poetry, Just As To Like Shakespeare Is A Test Of General Mental Capacity.

Flippancy, The Most Hopeless Form Of Intellectual Vice.

Honest Winter, Snow Clad And With The Frosted Beard, I Can Welcome Not Uncordially; But That Long Deferment Of The Calendar's Promise, That Weeping Loom Of March And April, That Bitter Blast Outraging The Honor Of May - How Often Has It Robbed Me Of Heart And Hope.

In Nothing More Is The English Genius For Domesticity More Notably Declared Than In The Institution Of This Festival-almost One May Call It-of Afternoon Tea...the Mere Chink Of Cups And Saucers Tunes The Mind To Happy Repose.

To Be At Other People's Orders Brings Out All The Bad In Me.