Should ever the fine-eyed maid to me be kind; Ah! surely it must be whenever I find; Some flowery spot, sequestered, wild, romantic; That often must have seen a poet frantic.

We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.

Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity, it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

When he came here he was 18 years old and kind of wide-eyed, ... He did some good things as a freshman. But he was a boy and now he has come back a man. He has worked out hard in the weight room.

Surely those are the kind of things that are going to be more ingrained in the long run.