And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.

Dip him in the river who loves water.

The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.

If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go You can never wipe off the tears of woe.

God keep me from the divinity of Yes and Nothe Yea Nay Creeping Jesus, from supposing Up and Down to be the same thing as allexperimentalists must suppose.

The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.

Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.