"The soul's joy lies in doing." — Percy Bysshe Shelley

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.