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That Great Dust-heap Called 'history'.

Friendship Is A Word, The Very Sight Of Which In Print Makes The Heart Warm.

There Are No Habits Of Man More Alien To The Doctrine Of The Communist Than Those Of The Collector

I Am Far Too Much In Doubt About The Present, Far Too Perturbed .about The Future, To Be Otherwise Than Profoundly Reverential About The Past.

A Poet's Soul Must Contain The Perfect Shape Of All Things Good, Wise And Just. His Body Must Be Spotless And Without Blemish, His Life Pure, His Thoughts High, His Studies Intense.