'tis The White Stag, Fame, We're A-hunting,

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.

Small Talk Comes From Small Bones

With One Day's Reading A Man May Have The Key In His Hands.

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.

Properly, We Should Read For Power.