One of the most beautiful passages of Rousseau is that in the sixth book of Confessions where he describes the awakening in him of the literary sense. Of such wisdom the poetic passion the desire of beauty the love of art for its own sake has most.

What I wish I had is that I wish I was a little more Greek in that I wish I could lose my North American driven attitude and that I could be a little bit more poetic and laissez faire.

Great buildings that move the spirit have always been rare. In every case they are unique poetic products of the heart.

I know no subject more elevating more amazing more ready to the poetical enthusiasm the philosophical reflection and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety such beauty such magnificence?

It's amazing that you can listen to any song and you can always tell when there's some substance beneath it and when there isn't. Even if it's poetically written and technically brilliant I'd rather hear something that's all over the place but has some soul to it.