Jaroslav Vrchlický

“ In his grotesque, "out-of-fashion" overcoat, his slouchy, large brimmed gray felt hat, his long silvery hair protruding underneath, and occasionally a lighted cigarette in his mouth, he was a picture of the heroic dreamer amidst the toil and tumult of a great city in the modern, mechanical age. ”

“ We, his ardent students, were thoroughly convinced that a flagrant injustice had been inflicted upon the prince of the Czech poets whose fiftieth birthday was then being observed throughout the nation with unexampled solemnity.
It is true, indeed, that there never was a poet more productive than Vrchlicky. As one of his more recent critics sets out, Vrchlicky wrote such a mass of verse, original and translated, besides a large quantity of prose, that the literary output of his life was greater in volume than that of any other of the world's leading writers excepting Lope de Vega. ”