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.

Poetry interprets in two ways: it interprets by expressing, with magical felicity, the physiognomy and movements of the outward world; and it interprets by expressing, with inspired conviction, the ideas and laws of the inward world of man's moral and spiritual nature. In other words, poetry is interpretative both by having natural magic in it, and by having moral profundity.

Indeed there can be no more useful help for discovering what poetry belongs to the class of the truly excellent, and can therefore do us most good, than to have always in one's mind lines and expressions of the great masters, and to apply them as a touchstone to other poetry.

ForTime, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.

Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.

How many minds--almost all the great ones--were formed in secrecy and solitude!

The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.