The true poem is the poet's mind.
And the glory of character is in affronting the horrors of depravity to draw thence new nobilities of power: as Art lives and thrills in new use and combining of contrasts, and mining into the dark evermore for blacker pits of night.
There is a remedy for every wrong and a satisfaction for every soul.
I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-borne treasures home.
Music is the poor man's Parnassus.
Eloquence shows the power and possibility of man.