Poetry Must Have Something In It That

At An Early Age I Sucked Up The Milk Of Homer, Virgil, Horace, Terence, Anacreon, Plato And Euripides, Diluted With That Of Moses And The Prophets.

Mankind Have Banned The Divinity From Their Presence; They Have Relegated Him To A Sanctuary; The Walls Of The Temple Restrict His View; He Does Not Exist Outside Of It.

For Me, My Thoughts Are My Prostitutes.

Pithy Sentences Are Like Sharp Nails Which Force Truth Upon Our Memory.

Instinct Guides The Animal Better Than The Man. In The Animal It Is Pure, In Man It Is Led Astray By His Reason And Intelligence.