We now demand the light artillery of the intellect; we need the curt, >>
Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it >>
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be >>
An age which is incapable of poetry is incapable of any kind of litera >>
Poetry should only occupy the idle. >>
There is only beauty -- and it has only one perfect expression -- poet >>
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.