36 Quotes by Edmund Clarence Stedman

Science has but one fashion-to lose nothing once gained.

Do your heart and head keep pace? When does hoary Love expire, When do frosts put out the fire? Can its embers burn below All that chill December snow?

Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away? The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky Thou still canst find the color of thy wing, The hue of May. Warbler, why speed, thy southern flight? ah, why, Thou, too, whose song first told us of the Spring? Whither away?

Alas, by what rude fate Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet, Then part forever on their courses fleet.

Genius does not need a special language; it uses newly whatever tongue it finds.

Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective.

Progress comes by experiment, and this from ennui that leads to voyages, wars, revolutions, and plainly to change in the arts of expression; that cries out to the imagination, and is the nurse of the invention whereof we term necessity the mother.

The poet who does not revere his art, and believe in its sovereignty, is not born to wear the purple.

The poet is a creator, not an iconoclast, and never will tamely endeavor to say in prose what can only be expressed in song.