"He founded a school, and has survived all his disciples. He has always thought too much about himself, which is wise; and written too much about others, which is foolish. His prose is the beautiful prose of a poet, and his poetry the beautiful poetry of a prose-writer. His personality is insistent. To converse with him is a physical no less than an intellectual recreation. He is never forgotten by his enemies, and often forgiven by his friends. He has added several new words to the language, and his style is an open secret. He has fought a good fight, and has had to face every difficulty except popularity."
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Oscar Wilde, to Will Rothenstein (14 August 1897), in The Letters of Oscar Wilde, ed. Rupert Hart-Davis (1962), p. 631
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William Ernest Henley
William Ernest Henley (23 August 1849 – 11 July 1903) was an English poet, critic and editor.
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