Florence Van Leer Earle Nicholson Coates (July 1, 1850 – April 6, 1927) was an American poet.
The business of art is to enlarge and correct the heart and to lift our ideals out of the ugly and the mean through love of the ideal. . . The business of art is to appeal to the soul.
Maeterlinck says that compared with ordinary truths mystic truths have strange privileges they can neither age nor die. Beauty is eternal and ugliness, thank God, is ephemeral. Can there be any question as to which should attract the poet?
Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.
The question of perpetual copyright is, in my judgement, entitled to the full and favorable consideration of the Congress of an enlightened republic. There would seem to be every reason for the equitable protection, without limit as to time, of the unquestioned property rights of its citizens.
A man's wisdom is measured by his hope.
I love, and the world is mine!
But you the pathways of the sky Found first, and tasted heavenly springs, Unfettered as the lark that sings, And knew strange raptures, - though we sigh, "Poor Iccarus!"
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