Poetry Creates Life; Science Dissects Death.

The Office Of Poetry Is Not To Make Us Think Accurately, But Feel Truly.

No One Can Be Great, Or Good, Or Happy Except Through The Inward Efforts Of Themselves.

The Question Is, Whether, Like The Divine Child In The Temple, We Are Turning Knowledge Into Wisdom, And Whether, Understanding More Of The Mysteries Of Life, We Are Feeling More Of Its Sacred Law; And Whether, Having Left Behind The Priests And The Scribes And The Doctors And The Fathers, We Are About Our Father's Business, And Becoming Wise To God.

I Read Hard, Or Not At All; Never Skimming, Never Turning Aside To Merely Inciting Books; And Plato, Aristotle, Butler, Thucydides, Sterne, Jonathan Edwards, Have Passed Like The Iron Atoms Of The Blood Into My Mental Constitution.

The Truest Definition Of Evil Is That Which Represents It As Something Contrary To Nature; Evil Is Evil Because It Is Unnatural; A Vine Which Should Bear Olive-berries, An Eye To Which Blue Seems Yellow, Would Be Diseased; An Unnatural Mother, An Unnatural Son, An Unnatural Act, Are The Strongest Terms Of Condemnation.