Truth Outlives Pain, As The Soul Does

The Essence Of All Beauty, I Call Love.

For Poets (bear The Word) Half-poets Even, Are Still Whole Democrats.

You May Write Twenty Lines One Day--or Even Three Like Euripides In Three Days--and A Hundred Lines In One More Day--and Yet On The Hundred, May Have Been Expended As Much Good Work, As On The Twenty And The Three.

The Music Soars Within The Little Lark, And The Lark Soars.

I Have Done Most Of My Talking By Post Of Late Years--as People Shut Up In Dungeons Take Up With Scrawling Mottoes On The Walls.