A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty. William C. Bryant on beauty
Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. William C. Bryant on change
Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully. William C. Bryant on imagination
Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully. William C. Bryant on poetry
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster - children into strength and athletic proportion. William C. Bryant on strength