Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.
and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
In the particular is contained the universal.
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.