If Nature Is Your Teacher, Your Soul

At Bottom, No Real Object Is Unpoetical, If The Poet Knows How To Use It Properly.

The World Is So Empty If One Thinks Only Of Mountains, Rivers And Cities; But To Know Someone Who Thinks And Feels With Us, And Who, Though Distant, Is Close To Us In Spirit, This Makes The Earth For Us An Inhabited Garden.

You Don't Love If You Don't Take The Beloved's Faults For Virtues.

God Help Us -- For Art Is Long, And Life So Short.

My Poor Head Is In Such A Whirl, My Mind Is All In Bits.