It was a commonplace for the medical officer to refer problem cases to the trick cyclist so that people got used to the idea that he might be able to help.

In these letters, and the remembered conversations, we have fuller revealings of the inner man, greater depth of discovery into that vast and labyrinthine mind […]

For, alas, the Ideal always has to grow in the Real, and to seek out its bed and board there, often in a very sorry way. No beautifullest Poet is a Bird-of-Paradise, living on perfumes; sleeping in the aether with outspread wings. The Heroic, independent of bed and board, is found in Drury Lane Theatre only

I write to you from the Spring Garden, whither I withdrew my self to think of this; and the intensenesse of my thinking ends in this, that by my help Gods work should be imperfected, if by any means I resisted the amasement.