Writing Should Be The Settlement Of Dew

The True Poem Is The Poet's Mind.

I Find Nothing Healthful Or Exalting In The Smooth Conventions Of Society. I Do Not Like The Close Air Of Saloons. I Begin To Suspect Myself To Be A Prisoner, Though Treated With All This Courtesy And Luxury. I Pay A Destructive Tax In My Conformity.

The World Is The Perennial Miracle Which The Soul Worketh.

Each Man Has An Aptitude Born With Him. Do Your Work.

Every Book Is Good To Read Which Sets The Reader In A Working Mood.