Poetry is what gets lost in translation. - Robert Frost

"Don't let him cut my hand off— The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!" So. But the hand was gone already.

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into his work.