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.

Without inspiration the best powers of the mind remain dormant. There is a fuel in us which needs to be ignited with sparks.

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.

It is a hard but good law of fate, that as every evil, so every excessive power, wears itself out.

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.

Have you never observed that children will sometimes, of a sudden, give utterance to ideas which makes us wonder how they got possession of them? Which presuppose a long series of other ideas and secret self-communings? Which break forth like a full stream out of the earth, an infallible sign that the stream was not produced in a moment from a few raindrops, but had long been flowing concealed beneath the ground?