A poem is made up of thoughts, each of which filled the whole sky of the poet in its turn.

Poetry makes its own pertinence, and a single stanza outweighs a book of prose.

The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics.

When a man does not write his poetry, it escapes by other vents through him.

All power is of one kind, a sharing of the nature of the world. The mind that is parallel with the laws of nature will be in the current of events, and strong with their strength.

Life is a search after power; and this is an element with which the world is so saturated,-there is no chink or crevice in which it is not lodged,-that no honest seeking goes unrewarded.

You shall have joy, or you shall have power, said God; you shall not have both.

I like a man who likes to see a fine barn as well as a good tragedy.

Practice is nine-tenths.

Prayer as a means to effect a private end is theft and meanness.