The reason why Matthew Arnold, to my feeling, fails entirely as a poet (though no doubt his ideas were good - at least, I am told they were) is that he had no sense of touch whatsoever. Nothing made any impression on his skin. He could feel neither the shape nor the texture of a poem with his hands.

I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.

If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?

As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality.

When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.