What a lumbering poor vehicle prose is for the conveying of a great thought! ... Prose wanders around with a lantern & laboriously schedules & verifies the details & particulars of a valley & its frame of crags & peaks, then Poetry comes, & lays bare the whole landscape with a single splendid flash.
Mark TwainTo go abroad has something of the same sense that death brings. I am no longer of ye-what ye say of me is now of no consequence.
Mark Twain