Emotion Resulting From A Work Of Art

Watch Yourself All Your Life In A Mirror And You'll See Death At Work Like Bees In A Glass Hive.

Poetry Is A Religion With No Hope.

When A Work Appears To Be Ahead Of Its Time, It Is Only The Time That Is Behind The Work.

Love Is Mainly An Affair Of Short Spasms. If These Spasms Disappoint Us, Love Dies. It Is Very Seldom That It Weathers The Experience And Becomes Friendship.

The Worst Tragedy For A Poet Is To Be Admired Through Being Misunderstood.