I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.
The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.
There are three things, after all, that a poem must reach: the eye, the ear, and what we may call the heart or the mind. It is the most important of all to reach the heart of the reader.
The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.