Now understand me well--it is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.

The poet is no arguer . . . he is judgment. He judges not as the judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.

Has any one supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

Poetic style, when address'd to the Soul, is less definite form, outline, sculpture, and becomes vista, music, half-tints, and even less than half- tints. True, it may be architecture; but again it may be the forest wild-wood, or the best effects thereof, at twilight, the waving oaks and cedars in the wind, and the impalpable odor.

Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you?

To have great poets, there must be great audiences.

All truths wait in all things.