There Are No Habits Of

Personally, I Am Dead Against The Burning Of Books.

That Great Dust-heap Called 'history'.

History Is A Pageant And Not A Philosophy.

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.

Good As It Is To Inherit A Library, It Is Better To Collect One.