The Poet Enjoys The Incomparable Privilege Of

It's The Devil Who Pulls The Strings That Make Us Dance

By Nature, By Necessity Itself, [primitive Man] Is Encyclopedic, While Civilized Man Finds Himself Confined In The Infinitely Small Regions Of Specialization.

I Can Barely Conceive Of A Type Of Beauty In Which There Is No Melancholy.

Beware Of All The Paradoxical In Love. It Is Simplicity Which Saves, It Is Simplicity Which Brings Happiness...love Should Be Love.

Nations, Like Families, Have Great Men Only In Spite Of Themselves.