I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.
Why not be oneself? That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. 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.
The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.