Something there is more immortal even than the stars.
The truest and greatest Poetry, (while subtly and necessarily always rhythmic, and distinguishable easily enough) can never again, in the English language, be express'd in arbitrary and rhyming metre, any more than the greatest eloquence, or the truest power and passion.
But the people are ungrammatical, untidy, and their sins gaunt and ill-bred.
The real war will never get in the books.
All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.