Grace Imitates Modesty, As Politeness Imitates Kindness.

Speech Is But The Incorporation Of Thought.

Nothing Which Does Not Transport Is Poetry. The Lyre Is A Winged Instrument.

Professional Critics Are Incapable Of Distinguishing And Appreciating Either Diamonds In The Rough Or Gold In Bars. They Are Traders, And In Literature Know Only The Coins That Are Current. Their Critical Lab Has Scales And Weights, But Neither Crucible Or Touchstone.

Young Authors Give Their Brains Much Exercise And Little Food.

Words Become Luminous When The Poet's Finger Has Passed Over Them Its Phosphorescence.