We Dare Not Trust Our Wit For

I Have Only One Doctrine, The Infinitude Of The Private Man.

The True Poem Is The Poet's Mind.

The Way To Write Is To Throw Your Body At The Mark When Your Arrows Are Spent.

There Are Men Too Superior To Be Seen Except By A Few, As There Are Notes Too High For The Scale Of Most Ears.

Well, The World Has A Million Writers. One Would Think, Then, That Good Thought Would Be As Familiar As Air And Water, And The Gifts Of Each New Hour Would Exclude The Last. Yet We Can Count All Our Good Books; Nay, I Remember Any Beautiful Verse For Twenty Years.