No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

I would confide to you perhaps my secret profession of faith - which is ... which is ... that let us say and do what we please and can ... there is a natural inferiority of mind in women - of the intellect ... not by any means, of the moral nature - and that the history of Art and of genius testifies to this fact openly.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.

We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.