Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
“If the rain spoils our picnic, but saves a farmer's crop, who are we to say it shouldn't rain?”
“In the western part of England lived a gentleman of large fortune, whose name was Merton.”