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"Poetry is no more a narcotic than a stimulant; it is a universal bitter-sweet mixture for all possible household emergencies. . . . A well-chosen anthology is a complete dispensary of medicine for the more common mental disorders, and may be used as much for prevention as cure."
ROBERT GRAVES, ON ENGLISH POETRY, 1922.
"O health! health! the blessing of the rich! the riches of the poor! who can buy thee at too dear a rate, since there is no enjoying the world without thee?"
"He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust."