One detects creative power by its capacity to conquer one's detachment.
It is human nature to stand in the middle of a thing.
the sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.
If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.
Not till the poets among us can be "literalists of the imagination"-above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, "imaginary gardens with real toads in them." shall we have it.
The heart that gives, gathers.