My favorite books have a personality and complexion as distinctly drawn as if the author’s portrait were framed into the paragraphs and smiled upon me as I read his illustrated pages.
The passions refuse to be organized on a basis of their own; hostile to personal freedom and one another, they rush precipitately into anarchy and mob rule.
If the ancients left us ideas, to our credit be it spoken that we moderns are building houses for them — structures which neither Plato nor Archimedes had dreamed possible.
