Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes --
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries. . . .

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

What is genius -- but the power of expressing a new individuality?

Measure not the work
Until the day's out and the labour done,
Then bring your gauges.

Since when was genius found respectable?