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.

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.