The Mind Conceives With Pain, But It

Poetry Is To Be Found Nowhere Unless We Carry It Within Us.

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.

We Use Up In The Passions The Stuff That Was Given Us For Happiness.

National Literature Begins With Fables And Ends With Novels.

Fully To Understand A Grand And Beautiful Thought Requires, Perhaps, As Much Time As To Conceive It.