Nature Provides Exceptions To Every Rule.

You See How Wide The Gulf That Separates Me From The Christian Church.

Plants Of Great Vigor Will Almost Always Struggle Into Blossom, Despite Impediments. But There Should Be Encouragement, And A Free Genial Atmosphere For Those Of More Timid Sort, Fair Play For Each In Its Own Kind.

The Critic ... Should Be Not Merely A Poet, Not Merely A Philosopher, Not Merely An Observer, But Tempered Of All Three.

What I Mean By The Muse Is That Unimpeded Clearness Of The Intuitive Powers, Which A Perfectly Truthful Adherence To Every Admonition Of The Higher Instincts Would Bring To A Finely Organized Human Being. It May Appear As Prophesy Or As Poesy...should These Faculties Have Free Play, I Believe They Will Open Up New, Deeper And Purer Sources Of Joyous Inspiration Than Have As Yet Refreshed The Earth.

I Should Never Stand Alone In This Desert World, But That Manna Would Drop From Heaven, If I Would But Rise With Every Rising Sun To Gather It.