Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.
Rhyme and meter force gaps in meaning so the muse can enter.
The educated do not share a common body of information, but a common state of mind.
When science drove the gods out of nature, they took refuge in poetry and the porticos of civic buildings.
Intelligence is predatory, but full of fastidiousness and frights.
It's no good being exclusive if nobody wants in.