Give Me Truths For I

Your Work Should Be In Praise Of What You Love.

All Men Are Poets At Heart.

We Are Shut Up In Schools And College Recitation Rooms For Ten Or Fifteen Years, And Come Out At Last With A Bellyful Of Words And Do Not Know A Thing.

We Fill The Hands And Nurseries Of Our Children With All Manner Of Dolls, Drums And Horses, Withdrawing Their Eyes From The Plain Face And... Nature, The Sun And Moon, The Animals, The Water And Stones, Which Should Be Their Toys.

The Vulgar Call Good Fortune That Which Really Is Produced By The Calculations Of Genius.