How happy the lot of the mathematician! He is judged solely by his peers, and the standard is so high that no colleague or rival c...an ever win a reputation he does not deserve. No cashier writes a letter to the press complaining about the incomprehensibility of Modern Mathematics and comparing it unfavorably with the good old days when mathematicians were content to paper irregularly shaped rooms and fill bathtubs without closing the waste pipe.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I love Coleridge ... and I am very willing to allow that he has more imagination than Wordsworth, and more of the real poet. But a...fter all Coleridge is nothing more than an intellectual opium-eater--a man of many crude though lovely thoughts--of confused though brilliant imagination, liable to much error--error even of the heart, very sensual in many of his ideas of pleasure--indolent to a degree, and evidently and always thinking without discipline; letting the fine brains which God gave him work themselves irregularly and without end or object--and carry him whither they will. Wordsworth has a grand, consistent, perfectly disciplined, all grasping intellect--for which nothing is too small, nothing too great, arranging everything in due relations, divinely pure in its conventions of pleasure, majestic in the equanimity of its benevolence--intense as white fire with chastened feeling. Coleridge may be the greater poet, but surely it admits of no question which is the greater man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As we approached the log house,... the projecting ends of the logs lapping over each other irregularly several feet at the corners... gave it a very rich and picturesque look, far removed from the meanness of weather-boards. It was a very spacious, low building, about eighty feet long, with many large apartments ... a style of architecture not described by Vitruvius, I suspect, though possibly hinted at in the biography of Orpheus.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »