What Makes Poetry? A Full Heart, Brimful

Colour Itself Is A Degree Of Darkness.

Old Age Is Never Honored Among Us, But Only Indulged, As Childhood Is; And Old Men Lose One Of The Most Precious Rights Of Man,--that Of Being Judged By Their Peers.

Solitude Is Fine When You Are At Peace With Yourself And Have Something Definite To Do.

A Creation Of Importance Can Only Be Produced When Its Author Isolates Himself, It Is A Child Of Solitude.

All Beginnings Are Delightful; The Threshold Is The Place To Pause.