Literature is open to everybody. I refuse to allow you, Beadle though you are, to turn me off the grass. Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt, that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

“The wind blew, from what quarter I know not, but it lifted the half-grown leave…”

“Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.”

“For I am more selves than Neville thinks. We are not as simple as our friends w…”

“For it has come about, by the wise economy of nature, that our modern spirit ca…”