With Usura With usura hath no man a house of good stone each block cut smooth and well fitting.

The only history that matters is the history we know.

Science is unpoetic only to minds jaundiced with sentiment and romanticism . . . the great masters of the past boasted all they could of it and found it magical.

Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.

This is no book. Whoever touches this touches a man.

The man of understanding can no more sit quiet and resigned while his country lets its literature decay, and lets good writing meet with contempt, than a good doctor could sit quiet and contented while some ignorant child was infecting itself with tuberculosis under the impression that it was merely eating jam tarts.

The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.