Memory Sometimes Makes Merciful Deletions.

I Am Distinctly Opposed To Visibly Arrogant And Arbitrary Extremes Of Government--but This Is Simply Because I Wish The Safety Of An Artistic And Intellectual Civilisation To Be Secure, Not Because I Have Any Sympathy With The Coarse-grained Herd Who Would Menace The Civilisation If Not Placated By Sops.

The Sea Can Bind Us To Her Many Moods, Whispering To Us By The Subtle Token Of A Shadow Or A Gleam Upon The Waves, And Hinting In These Ways Of Her Mournfulness Or Rejoicing. Always She Is Remembering Old Things, And These Memories, Though We May Not Grasp Them, Are Imparted To Us, So That We Share Her Gaiety Or Remorse.

There Are Probably Seven Persons, In All, Who Really Like My Work; And They Are Enough. I Should Write Even If I Were The Only Patient Reader, For My Aim Is Merely Self-expression.

That Which We Call Substance And Reality Is Shadow And Illusion, And That Which We Call Shadow And Illusion Is Substance And Reality.

Nothing Really Known Can Continue To Be Acutely Fascinating.