Gloom and solemnity are entirely out of place in even the most rigorous study of an art originally intended to make glad the heart of man.

We live in an age of science and of abundance. The care and reverence for books as such, proper to an age when no book was duplicated until someone took the pains to copy it out by hand, is obviously no longer suited to ’the needs of society’, or to the conservation of learning. The weeder is supremely needed if the Garden of the Muses is to persist as a garden.

If a nation's literature declines, the nation atrophies and decays.

Speak against unconscious oppression, Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative, Speak against bonds.

And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass

The primary pigment of poetry is the IMAGE.

Either move or be moved.