A poet is not the "best" painter of Nature, merely because he chooses one aspect of human character and human fortunes rather than another.

If he must not conceal the sterner side, equally is he bound to remember the sunnier and more serene.

If a poet is to deal justly with the life of the rich or poor, he must take into fullest account, and give equal prominence to, the homes where happiness abides.

He must remember that though there is a skeleton in every cupboard, it must not be dragged out for a purpose, nor treated as if it were the sole inhabitant.

He must deal with the happinesses of life and not only with its miseries; with its harmonies and not only its dislocations.