Delicious Is A Just And

Persons Are Fine Things, But They Cost So Much! For Thee I Must Pay Me.

Conservatism Makes No Poetry, Breathes No Prayer, Has No Invention; It Is All Memory. Reform Has No Gratitude, No Prudence, No Husbandry.

History Is The Action And Reaction Of These Two, Nature And Thought.

Genius, Even, As It Is The Greatest Good, Is He Greatest Harm.

One More Royal Trait Properly Belongs To The Poet. I Mean His Cheerfulness, Without Which No Man Can Be A Poet,--for Beauty Is His Aim. He Loves Virtue, Not For Its Obligation, But For Its Grace; He Delights In The World, In Man, In Woman, For The Lovely Light That Sparkles From Them. Beauty, The Spirit Of Joy And Hilarity, He Sheds Over The Universe.