Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

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All history is modern history

All history is modern history

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of...

After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of...

We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the...

We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the...

Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They...

Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They...

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans...

Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans...

Money is a kind of poetry.

Money is a kind of poetry.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would...

Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would...

The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

The imagination is man's power over nature.

The imagination is man's power over nature.

If some really acute observer made as much of egotism as Freud has made of...

If some really acute observer made as much of egotism as Freud has made of...

A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does...

A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does...

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.

As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.

As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.

One's ignorance is one's chief asset.

One's ignorance is one's chief asset.

The fire burns as the novel taught it how.

The fire burns as the novel taught it how.

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone,...

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone,...

One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important...

One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important...