The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.

And beauty, for confiding youth, Those shocks of passion can prepare That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.

One great society alone on earth: the noble living and the noble dead.

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.

It's creating a brain drain. We could end up with a society without knowledge. How can such a society make progress?

A mind might ponder its thought for ages, and not gain so much self-knowledge as the passion of love shall teach it in a day.