What Thou Lovest Well Remains.

What Matters Is Not The Idea A Man Holds, But The Depth At Which He Holds It.

Objectivity And Again Objectivity, And Expression: No Hindside-before-ness, No Straddled Adjectives (as "addled Mosses Dank"), No Tennysonianness Of Speech; Nothing-nothing That You Couldn't, In Some Circumstance, In The Stress Of Some Emotion, Actually Say.

'tis The White Stag, Fame, We're A-hunting, Bid The World's Hounds Come To Horn!

I Would Hold The Rosy, Slender Fingers Of The Dawn For You.

People Find Ideas A Bore Because They Do Not Distinguish Between Live Ones And Stuffed Ones On A Shelf.