Clouds On Clouds, In Volumes

When Scythrop Grew Up, He Was Sent, As Usual, To A Public School, Where A Little Learning Was Painfully Beaten Into Him, And From Thence To The University, Where It Was Carefully Taken Out Of Him.

I Never Failed To Convince An Audience That The Best Thing They Could Do Was To Go Away.

I Like The Immaterial World. I Like To Live Among Thoughts And Images Of The Past And The Possible, And Even Of The Impossible, Now And Then.

My Thoughts By Night Are Often Filled With Visions False As Fair: For In The Past Alone, I Build My Castles In The Air.

Names Are Changed More Readily Than Doctrines, And Doctrines More Readily Than Ceremonies.