A poet is the creator of the nation around him, he gives them a world to see and has their souls in his hand to lead them to that world.

Each nationality contains its centre of happiness within itself, as a bullet the centre of gravity.

Brave is the lion tamer, brave is the world subduer, but braver is the one who has subdued himself.

So says the most ancient book of the Earth; thus it is written on its leaves of marble, lime, sand, slate, and clay: ... that our Earth has fashioned itself, from its chaos of substances and powers, through the animating warmth of the creative spirit, to a peculiar and original whole, by a series of preparatory revolutions, till at last the crown of its creation, the exquisite and tender creature man, was enabled to appear.

What of us lies in the hearts of others is our truest and deepest self.

Thus we build on the ice, thus we write on the waves of the sea; the waves roaring pass away, the ice melts, and away goes our palace, like our thoughts.

We live in a world we ourselves create.