A man dissatisfied with endeavour is a man tempted to sadness.
Drama is the poetry of conduct, romance the poetry of circumstance.
It is one of the most common forms of depreciation to throw cold water on the whole by adroit over-commendation of a part, since everything worth judging, whether it be a man, a work of art, or only a fine city, must be judged upon its merits as a whole.
I wonder, would a negative be found enticing? for, from the negative point of view, I flatter myself this volume has a certain stamp. Although it runs to considerably over a hundred pages, it contains not a single reference to the imbecility of God’s universe, nor so much as a single hint that I could have made a better one myself—I really do not know where my head can have been.
It’s deadly commonplace, but, after all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.