A Wise Skepticism Is The

We Look At Death Through The Cheap-glazed Windows Of The Flesh, And Believe Him The Monster Which The Flawed And Cracked Glass Represents Him.

Not Suffering, But Faint Heart, Is Worst Of Woes.

In The Scale Of The Destinies, Brawn Will Never Weigh So Mach As Brain.

There Is Something Magnificent In Having A Country To Love.

In All Literary History There Is No Such Figure As Dante, No Such Homogeneousness Of Life And Works, Such Loyalty To Ideas, Such Sublime Irrecognition Of The Unessential.