Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.
If technique is of no interest to a writer, I doubt that the writer is an artist.
In a poem the excitement has to maintain itself. I am governed by the pull of the sentence as the pull of a fabric is governed by gravity.
The heart that gives, gathers.
I wonder what Adam and Eve think of it by this time.
There is no pleasure subtler than the sensation of being a good workman; and in work there is the sense of consanguinity-unconscious as a rule but sometimes conscious.