It Is The Business Of The Artist

Any Damn Fool Can Be Spontaneous.

What Thou Lovest Well Remains, The Rest Is Dross What Thou Lov’st Well Shall Not Be Reft From Thee What Thou Lov’st Well Is Thy True Heritage

Utter Originality Is, Of Course, Out Of The Question.

Poetry Is About As Much A 'criticism Of Life' As Red-hot Iron Is A Criticism Of Fire.

Pay No Attention To The Criticism Of Men Who Have Never Themselves Written A Notable Work.