Personally, I do not believe that we shall have greater armaments in the future than we have had in the past. On the contrary, I believe there will be a gradual diminution in this respect.

Song is not Truth, not Wisdom, but the rose Upon Truths lips, the light in Wisdom's eyes.

The thirst to know and understand a large and liberal discontent.

God, eldest of Poets.

Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.

And though circuitous and obscureThe feet of Nemesis how sure!

Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.