All the great masters have understood that there cannot be great art without the little limited life of the fable, which is always better the simpler it is, and the rich, far-wandering, many-imaged life of the half-seen world beyond it

We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.

Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.

Heaven blazing into the head: Tragedy wrought to its uttermost. Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages And all the drop-scenes drop at once Upon a hundred thousand stages It cannot grow by an inch or an ounce.

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, our stitching and unstitching has been naught.

rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination.