Poetry Is Man's Rebellion Against Being What

Thou Shalt Not Offend Against The Notions Of Thy Neighbor.

A Book , Once It Is Printed And Published, Becomes Individual. It Is By Its Publication As Decisively Severed From Its Author As In Parturition A Child Is Cut Off From Its Parent. The Book "means" Thereafter, Perforce, Both Grammatically And Actually, Whatever Meaning This Or That Reader Gets Out Of It.

I Have Read That The Secret Of Gallantry Is To Accept The Pleasures Of Life Leisurely, And Its Inconveniences With A Shrug; As Well As That, Among Other Requisites, The Gallant Person Will Always Consider The World With A Smile Of Toleration, And His Own Doings With A Smile Of Honest Amusement, And Heaven With A Smile Which Is Not Distrustful — Being Thoroughly Persuaded That God Is Kindlier Than The Genteel Would Regard As Rational.

What Really Matters Is That There Is So Much Faith And Love And Kindliness Which We Can Share With And Provoke In Others, And That By Cleanly, Simple, Generous Living We Approach Perfection In The Highest And Most Lovely Of All Arts. . . . But You, I Think, Have Always Comprehended This.

The Man Was Not Merely Very Human; He Was Humanity. And I Reflected That It Is Only By Preserving Faith In Human Dreams That We May, After All, Perhaps Some Day Make Them Come True.