See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering! See, they return, one, and by one, With fear, as half-awakened; As if the snow should hesitate And murmur in the wind, and half turn back.

In verse one can take any damn constant one likes, one can alliterate, or assone, or rhyme, or quant, or smack, only one MUST leave the other elements irregular.

The man of understanding can no more sit quiet and resigned while his country lets its literature decay, and lets good writing meet with contempt, than a good doctor could sit quiet and contented while some ignorant child was infecting itself with tuberculosis under the impression that it was merely eating jam tarts.

The Image is more than an idea. It is a vortex or cluster of fused ideas and is endowed with energy.

The concept of genius as akin to madness has been carefully cultivated by the inferiority complex of the public.

The history of an art is the history of masterwork, not of failures, or mediocrity.

There is no reason why the same man should like the same books at eighteen and at forty-eight