Only imagination that towers can reproduce evanescence and render rigidity flexible.
We are suffering from too much sarcasm.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
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.
When we think we don't like art it is because it is artificial art.
The mind is an enchanting thing.