Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.

I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.

His face was filled with broken commandments.

Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.

It is too maddening. I've got to fly off, right now, to some devilish navy yard, 3 hours in a seasick steamer, & after being heartily sick, I'll have to speak 3 times, & then be sick coming home. Still, who would not be sick for England?

Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.

In the power and splendor of the universe, inspiration waits for the millions to come. Man has only to strive for it. Poems greater than the Iliad, plays greater than Macbeth, stories more engaging than Don Quixote await their seeker and finder.