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Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough of literature.
Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough of literature.
What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattleCan read more
What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattleCan patter out their hasty orisons. - Anthem for Doomed Youth.
Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devour;Brightness falls from the air;Queens have died young and fair;Dust hath closed Helen's read more
Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devour;Brightness falls from the air;Queens have died young and fair;Dust hath closed Helen's eye.I am sick, I must die;Lord have mercy on us. - Song in Time of Pestilence.
From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Some day read more
From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
Accuse not nature, she hath done her part;Do thou but thine, and be not diffidentOf wisdom, she deserts thee not, read more
Accuse not nature, she hath done her part;Do thou but thine, and be not diffidentOf wisdom, she deserts thee not, if thouDismiss not her, when most thou needest her nigh,By attributing overmuch to thingsLess excellent, as thou thyself perceivest. - Paradise Lost.
In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.
In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.
There is no real teacher who in practice does not believe in the existence of the soul, or in a read more
There is no real teacher who in practice does not believe in the existence of the soul, or in a magic that acts on it through speech.
A teacher is one who makes himself progressively unnecessary.
A teacher is one who makes himself progressively unnecessary.
To provoke dreams of terror in the slumber of prosperity has become the moral duty of literature.
To provoke dreams of terror in the slumber of prosperity has become the moral duty of literature.