What Is Important, Then, Is Not That

The Way To Perfection Is Through A Series Of Disgusts

In Truth, The Legitimate Contention Is, Not Of One Age Or School Of Literary Art Against Another, But Of All Successive Schools Alike, Against The Stupidity Which Is Dead To The Substance, And The Vulgarity Which Is Dead To Form.

A Sudden Light Transfigures A Trivial Thing, A Weather-vane, A Windmill, A Winnowing Flail, The Dust In The Barn Door; A Moment - And The Thing Has Vanished, Because It Was Pure Effect; But It Leaves A Relish Behind It, A Longing That The Accident May Happen Again.

Why Do You Always Write Poetry? Why Do You Not Write Prose? Prose Is So Much More Difficult.

All Art Does But Consist In The Removal Of Surplusage.