That Great Dust-heap Called 'history'.

It Is Pleasant To Be Admitted Into The Birth-chamber Of A Great Idea Destined To Be Translated Into Action.

That Great Dust-heap Called 'history'.

Given Pounds And Five Years, And An Ordinary Man Can In The Ordinary Course, Without Any Undue Haste Or Putting Any Pressure Upon His Taste, Surround Himself With Books, All In His Own Language, And Thence Forward Have At Least One Place In The World.

Great Is Bookishness And The Charm Of Books.

There Were No Books In Eden, And There Will Be None In Heaven