I wish to suggest that a man may be very industrious, and yet not spend his time well. There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living. All great enterprises are self-supporting. The poet, for instance, must sustain his body by his poetry, as a steam planing-mill feeds its boilers with the shavings it makes. You must get your living by loving.

As for health, consider yourself well.

The gifts of Heaven are never quite gratuitous.

Of a life of luxury the fruit is luxury, whether in agriculture, or commerce, or literature, or art.

Books are to be distinguished by the grandeur of their topics even more than by the manner in which they are treated.

It often happens that a man is more humanely related to a cat or dog than to any human being.

The poet will write for his peers alone. He will remember only that he saw truth and beauty from his position, and expect the time when a vision as broad shall overlook the same field as freely.