That art is best which suggests most.
The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.
The reality of a poem is a very ghostly one. It suggests, it suggests, it suggests again.
I'll alight upon words because I think they suggest any number of things.
Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there — that, one might say, is created.
Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite.
They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however hard it hits the surface of the mind it cannot penetrate within.
Without the definiteness of sculpture and painting, music is, for that very reason, far more suggestive. Like Milton's Eve, an outline, an impulse, is furnished, and the imagination does the rest.
