And each day brings it's pretty dust, Our soon-choked souls to fll And we forget because we must, And not because we will.

All knowledge is interesting to a wise man, and the knowledge of nature is interesting to all men.

And each day brings it's pretty dust, Our soon-choked souls to fll And we forget because we must, And not because we will.

The interpretations of science do not give us this intimate sense of objects as the interpretations of poetry give it; they appeal to a limited faculty, and not to the whole man. It is not Linnaeus or Cavendish or Cuvier who gives us the true sense of animals, or water, or plants, who seizes their secret for us, who makes us participate in their life; it is Shakspeare [sic] … Wordsworth … Keats … Chateaubriand … Senancour.

Religion is ethics heightened, enkindled, lit up by feeling

Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.

Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.