Robert Graves (1895-1985), On English Poetry
(New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1922), pp. 82-83:
There was once an old Italian portrait painter, who coming to the end of his life, gathered his friends
and pupils together and revealed to them a great discovery he had made, as follows:—
"The art of portrait painting consists in putting the High Lights in exactly the right place in the eyes."
When I come to my death-bed I have a similarly important message to deliver:—
"The art of poetry consists in knowing exactly how to manipulate the letter S."