Weep Bitterly Over The Dead, For He

How Many Minds--almost All The Great Ones--were Formed In Secrecy And Solitude!

Culture Is The Passion For Sweetness And Light, And (what Is More) The Passion For Making Them Prevail.

Nations Are Not Truly Great Solely Because The Individuals Composing Them Are Numerous, Free, And Active; But They Are Great When These Numbers, This Freedom, And This Activity Are Employed In The Service Of An Ideal Higher Than That Of An Ordinary Man Taken By Himself.

For Poetry The Idea Is Everything; The Rest Is A World Of Illusion.

Philistinism! - We Have Not The Expression In English. Perhaps We Have Not The Word Because We Have So Much Of The Thing.