Lionel Trilling (1905-1975), "A Ramble on Graves," in A Gathering of Fugitives
(1956; rpt. New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1978), pp. 23-33 (at 24):
One might spend one's life pleasantly and very profitably with the secondary writers of the English nineteenth century, the writers whom no one would think to call "great," the odd, quirky spirits from George Burrow to Mark Rutherford, the travelers, the autobiographers, the essayists, the men who had a particular, perhaps eccentric, thing to say, and said it fully and well, with delight in what they were doing and no worry about greatness.