If I Accept You As You Are,

The Follies Of The Wise Man Are Known To Himself, But Hidden From The World.

The Worst Is That The Very Hardest Thinking Will Not Bring Thoughts. They Must Come Like Good Children Of God And Cry, "here We Are." You Expend Effort And Energy Thinking Hard. Then, After You Have Given Up, They Come Sauntering In With Their Hands In Their Pockets. If The Effort Had Not Been Made To Open The Door, However, Who Knows When They Could Have Come.

True Works Of Art Are A Manifestation Of The Higher Laws Of Nature.

So Dear Night The Half Of Life Is, And The Fairest Half Indeed.

The Poet Should Seize The Particular, And He Should, If There Be Anything Sound In It, Thus Represent The Universal.