So much of our time is spent in preparation, so much in routine, and s >>
The wise know that foolish legislation is a rope of sand, which perish >>
We lie in the lap of immense intelligence. >>
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind. >>
The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into >>
The man is either mad, or he is making verses. >>
Sooner or later that which is now life shall be poetry, and every fair and manly trait shall add a richer strain to the song.