It is only kindred griefs that draw forth our tears, and each weeps really for himself.

It is only kindred griefs that draw forth our tears, and each weeps really for himself.

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

Nothing is sillier than this charge of plagiarism. There is no sixth commandment in art. The poet dare help himself wherever he lists, wherever he finds material suited to his work. He may even appropriate entire columns with their carved capitals, if the temple he thus supports be a beautiful one. Goethe understood this very well, and so did Shakespeare before him.

Genius: 1. to believe your own thought. To believe that what is true for you is ultimately true. 2. a sledgehammer. 3. the fruit of labour and thought. 4. soul. 5. the ability to put into effect what is in your mind. 6. something one can become.

Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.

There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting.