Poets, Like The Blind, Can See In

That Is What Always Happens: We Never Know Whether We Are Victors Or Whether We Are Defeated.

In The Course Of A Life Devoted Less To Living Than To Reading, I Have Verified Many Times That Literary Intentions And Theories Are Nothing More Than Stimuli And That The Final Work Usually Ignores Or Even Contradicts Them.

The Time For Your Labor Has Been Granted.

Doubt Is One Of The Names Of Intelligence.

To Bless Thine Enemy Is A Good Way To Satisfy Thy Vanity.