Omissions are not accidents.

The sweet air coming into your house on a fine day, from water etched with waves as formal as the scales on a fish.

There never was a war that was not inward; I must fight till I have conquered in myself what causes war.

I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.

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.

In a poem the words should be as pleasing to the ear as the meaning is to the mind.

The enslaver is enslaved, the hater, harmed.