People think that I can teach them style. What stuff it all is! Have something to say, and say it as clearly as you can. That is the only secret of s… - Matthew Arnold

Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.

Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away.

There is the world of ideas and there is the world of practice; the French are often for suppressing the one and the English the other; but neither is to be suppressed.