What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.
Mark TwainWhat 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 Twain