The True Poem Is The Poet's Mind.

Other World? There Is No Other World; Here Or Nowhere Is The Whole Fact.

We Must Not Inquire Too Curiously Into The Absolute Value Of Literature. Enough That It Amuses And Exercises Us. At Least It Leaves Us Where We Were. It Names Things, But Does Not Add Things.

The First Lesson Of History Is That Evil Is Good.

There Is Guidance For Each Of Us, And By Lowly Listening We Shall Hear The Right Word.

The Ornament Of A House Is The Friends Who Frequent It.