We are made aware that magnitude of material things is relative, and all objects shrink and expand to serve the passion of the poet. Thus, in his sonnets, the lays of birds, the scents and dyes of flowers, he finds to be the shadow of his beloved; time, which keeps her from him, is his chest; the suspicion she has awakened, is her ornament
Ralph Waldo EmersonIt is said, no man can write but one book; and if a man have a defect, it is apt to leave its impression on all his performances.
Ralph Waldo Emerson