'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!

But the one thing you should. not do is to suppose that when something is wrong with the arts, it is wrong with the arts ONLY.

And the betrayers of language ...... n and the press gang And those who had lied for hire; The perverts, the perverters of language, the perverts, who have set money-lust Before the pleasures of the senses; howling, as of a hen-yard in a printing-house, the clatter of presses, the blowing of dry dust and stray paper, foetor, sweat, the stench of stale oranges.

A man's hope measures his civilization. The attainability of the hope measures, or may measure, the civilization of his nation and time.

The concept of genius as akin to madness has been carefully cultivated by the inferiority complex of the public.

I would hold the rosy, slender fingers of the dawn for you.

The art of letters will come to an end before A.D. 2000. I shall survive as a curiosity.