For this reason poets and artists developed the doctrine of Art for Art’s Sake. The community did not appear to need them, so, tit for tat, they did not need the community. This being granted, it was no longer necessary or even desirable to make one’s poetry either intelligible or sympathetic to the community.
Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.
The voice of the Lord is the voice of common sense, which is shared by all that is.
I just love the days when you come out of the archives with half a dozen excellent descriptions or poignant accounts of personal experiences.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
My old teacher’s definition of poetry is an attempt to understand.
To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead.
Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, suffering yet hoping all things.
Temple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world.
I am an unpopular electric eel in a pool of catfish.