What is a Professor of Poetry? How can poetry be professed?

August for the people and their favourite islands. Daily the steamers sidle up to meet The effusive welcome of the pier.

The older lives like not to be stood in rows or at right angles.

All good art is in the nature of a letter written to amuse a sick friend. Too much art, particularly in our time, is only a letter written to oneself.

As a rule, it was the pleasure-haters who became unjust.

If there are any souls in hell, it is because that is where they insist on being.

Moreover, if great men are the only hope of the Evolutionary Process, they are morally bound to rule over the masses for their own good -- we are all here on earth to help others: what on earth the others are here for, I don't know -- and the masses have no right whatsoever to resist them.