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The Plot! The Plot! What Kind Of Plot Could A Poet Possibly Provide That Is Not Surpassed By The Thinking, Feeling Reader? Form Alone Is Divine.

Why I Love The Ancients So Much? Aside From Everything Else, When I Read Them, The Entire Past Between Them And Me Unfolds At Thesame Time. The Hearts Of How Many Heroes And Poets May Have Been Set On Fire By Plutarch's Biographies Which Now Inspire Me With Their Own And With Borrowed Flames!

Robespierre, This Pedant Of Freedom!

The Ideas Of An Age Are Most Abundant Where They Are Not Crowded By Original Ideas.

As Far As The Arts And The Sciences Are Concerned, The German Mind Appreciates Most Highly That Which It Does Not Understand Of The Latter, And That Which It Does Not Enjoy Of The Former.