The Child And The Great Artist --

I'm Dying, But Otherwise I'm In Very Good Health.

The Poet Speaks To All Men Of That Other Life Of Theirs That They Have Smothered And Forgotten.

The Reason Why Matthew Arnold, To My Feeling, Fails Entirely As A Poet (though No Doubt His Ideas Were Good - At Least, I Am Told They Were) Is That He Had No Sense Of Touch Whatsoever. Nothing Made Any Impression On His Skin. He Could Feel Neither The Shape Nor The Texture Of A Poem With His Hands.

The Living Blind And Seeing Dead Together Lie As If In Love . . . There Was No More Hating Then, And No More Love; Gone Is The Heart Of Man.

One's Own Surroundings Means So Much To One, When One Is Feeling Miserable.