1. I shall learn poetry here and shall henceforth write more than ever, for the abstract endeavor of being able to add a mite to that mass of beauty which is harvested from these grand materials, by the finest spirits, and put into ethereal existence for the relish of one’s fellow.
    — 

    John Keats, in a letter to his brother about a hike through Ambleside, England.

    (via The Writer’s Almanac, 26 June 2010)