Common Sense In An Uncommon

Poetry Has Been To Me Its Own Exceeding Great Reward; It Has Given Me The Habit Of Wishing To Discover The Good And Beautiful In All That Meets And Surrounds Me.

Within Today, Tomorrow Is Already Walking.

Poetry Gives Most Pleasure When Only Generally And Not Perfectly Understood.

...in Consequence Of The Film Of Familiarity And Selfish Solicitude, We Have Eyes Yet See Not, Ears That Hear Not, And Hearts That Neither Feel Nor Understand.

Men Of Genius Are Rarely Much Annoyed By The Company Of Vulgar People, Because They Have A Power Of Looking At Such Persons As Objects Of Amusement Of Another Race Altogether.