As to modesty and decency, if we are simians we have done well, considering: but if we are something else-fallen angels-we have indeed fallen far.

The artistic impulse seems not to wish to produce finished work. It certainly deserts us half-way, after the idea is born; and if we go on, it is labor.

Elephants suffer from too much patience. Their exhibitions of it may seem superb,-such power and such restraint, combined, are noble,-but a quality carried to excess defeats itself.

The poets of each generation seldom sing a new song. They turn to themes men always have loved, and sing them in the mode of their times.

Reason is the servant of instinct.

When eras die, their legacies Are left to strange police. Professors in New England guard The glory that was Greece.

Will and wisdom are both mighty leaders. Our times worship will.