Our little solos are a note in an immense chorus vibrating grandly through the universe, a chorus which accepts and harmonizes the whir of the cricket and the long drum-roll of the stars.

Our little solos are a note in an immense chorus vibrating grandly through the universe, a chorus which accepts and harmonizes the whir of the cricket and the long drum-roll of the stars.

The people must grant a hearing to the best poets they have else they will never have better.

Surely the vogue of those twisted and contorted human figures must be as short as it is artificial.

"Look into thy heart and write!" is good advice, but not if interpreted to mean, "Look nowhere else!" The poet should know his world and, so far as his art is concerned, any kind of battering from his world is better than his own self-indulgent brooding.

Great ages of art come only when a widespread creative impulse meets an equally widespread impulse of sympathy . . .