The imagination never dies.

The poet who does not revere his art, and believe in its sovereignty, is not born to wear the purple.

Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective.

Genius does not need a special language; it uses newly whatever tongue it finds.

The imagination never dies.

A poet must sing for his own people.

Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine art; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true excellence.