Every word we speak is million-faced or convertible to an indefinite number of applications. If it were not so we could read no book. Your remark would only fit your case, not mine.

The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew: The conscious stone to beauty grew.

All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.

Let us be poised, wise and our own today.

The poet needs a ground in popular tradition on which he may work, and which, again, may restrain his art within the due temperance. It holds him to the people, supplies a foundation for his edifice; and, in furnishing so much work done to his hand, leaves him at leisure, and in full strength for the audacities of his imagination.

If a man will kick a fact out of the window, when he comes back he finds it again in the chimney corner.

There comes a period of the imagination to each--a later youth--the power of beauty, the power of looks, of poetry.