Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you -- like music to the musician or Marxism to the Communist -- or else it is nothing, an empty, formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
F. Scott FitzgeraldWhat was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?
F. Scott Fitzgeraldhe found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.
F. Scott Fitzgerald