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A Poet's Soul Must Contain The Perfect Shape Of All Things Good, Wise And Just. His Body Must Be Spotless And Without Blemish, His Life Pure, His Thoughts High, His Studies Intense.

The Man Who Has A Library Of His Own Collection Is Able To Contemplate Himself Objectively, And Is Justified In Believing In His Own Existence.

Poetry Should Be Vital--either Stirring Our Blood By Its Divine Movements Or Snatching Our Breath By Its Divine Perfection. To Do Both Is Supreme Glory, To Do Either Is Enduring Fame.

Any Ordinary Man Can...surround Himself With Two Thousand Books...and Thenceforward Have At Least One Place In The World In Which It Is Possible To Be Happy.

It Is Pleasant To Be Admitted Into The Birth-chamber Of A Great Idea Destined To Be Translated Into Action.