Genius is its own reward; for the best that one is, one must necessarily be for oneself. . . . Further, genius consists in the working of the free intellect., and as a consequence the productions of genius serve no useful purpose. The work of genius may be music, philosophy, painting, or poetry; it is nothing for use or profit. To be useless and unprofitable is one of the characteristics of genius; it is their patent of nobility.
THE DOG'S COLD NOSE ...a poem When Noah, perceiving 'twas time to embark, Persuaded the creatures to enter the Ark, The dog, with a friendliness truly sublime, Assisted in herding them. Two at a time He drove in the elephants, zebras and gnus Until they were packed like a boxful of screws, The cat in the cupboard, the mouse on the shelf, The bug in the crack; then he backed in himself. But such was the lack of available space He couldn't tuck all of him into the place; So after the waters had flooded the plain And down from the heavens fell blankets of rain He stood with his muzzle thrust out through the door The whole forty days of that terrible pour! Because of which drenching, zoologists hold, The nose of a healthy dog always is cold!
THE MAN WHO THINKS HE CAN: If you think you are beaten, you are, If you think that you dare not, you don't, If you'd like to win, but you think you can't, It's almost certain you won't. If you think you'll lose, you've lost, For out in the world you'll find, Success begins with a fellow's will, It's all in the state of mind. If you think you are outclassed, you are, You've got to think high to rise, You've got to be sure of yourself before You can ever win a prize. Life's battles don't always go To the stronger or faster man, But soon or late the man who wins Is the man who thinks he can. NOTE: A copy of this inspirational poem hangs on the wall in Arnold Palmer's office. Arnie has made it a practice to read the poem at the start of each day. It serves him as a source of inspiration, courage and motivation that enables him to attack whatever problems and challenges that day might bring. It works for Arnie. It will work for you. Try it.
People who are knowledgeable about poetry sometimes discuss it in that knowing, rather hateful way in which oenophiles talk about wine: robust, delicate, muscular. This has nothing to do with how most of us experience it, the heart coming around the corner and unexpectedly running into the mind. Of all the words that have stuck to the ribs of my soul, poetry has been the most filling.