He who would flee from bad taste is riding for a fall.
We must not overlook melancholy, the sentimentalism of another age, the perfect impure fruit whose marvels have been cast aside by the mania for pedantry: moonlight, the swan at dusk, 'my beloved,' are, beyond question, the elemental and essential matter of poetry. He who would flee from bad taste is riding for a fall."
Pablo Neruda, Quoted in On Sentimentality by Mary Ruefle