That’s a wonderful change that’s taken place, and so most poetry today is published, if not directly by the person, certainly by the enterprise of the poet himself, working with his friends.
Let each man pass his days in that wherein his skill is greatest.
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
The man who never alters his opinions is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
Any poet, if he is to survive beyond his 25th year, must alter; he must seek new literary influences; he will have different emotions to express.
Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.
Man’s greatness lies in his power of thought.
Passion is the mob of the man, that commits a riot upon his reason.
An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.
Nothing endears so much a friend as sorrow for his death. The pleasure of his company has not so powerful an influence.