Gloom and solemnity are entirely out of place in even the most rigorous study of an art originally intended to make glad the heart of man.

A classic is classic not because it conforms to certain structural rules, or fits certain definitions It is classic because of a certain eternal and irrepressible freshness.

In verse one can take any damn constant one likes, one can alliterate, or assone, or rhyme, or quant, or smack, only one MUST leave the other elements irregular.

A little light, like a rushlight / to lead back to splendour.

There is no reason why the same man should like the same books at eighteen and at forty-eight

With one day's reading a man may have the key in his hands.

where the dead walked and the living were made of cardboard.