Doubt indulged soon becomes doubt realized.

A great deal of living must go to a very little writing.

Writing is praying with me. You know a child would look up at every sentence and say, 'And what shall I say next?' That is just what I do; I ask Him that at every line He would give me not merely thoughts and power, but also every word, even the very rhymes.

Poetry is a second translation of the soul's feeling; it must be rendered into thought, and thought must change its nebulous robe of semi-wording into definite language, before it reaches another heart. Music is a first translation of feeling, needing no second, but entering the heart direct.

Doubt indulged soon becomes doubt realized.

Love understands love; it needs no talk.

Faithfulness to principle is only proved by faithfulness in detail.