There Is Always Some Madness In Love.

Whoever Turns Away From Us Might Not Offend Us In Doing So Perhaps, But He Certainly Offends Our Followers.

Tragedy Is Dead! Poetry Itself Died With It! Away, Away With You, Puny, Stunted Imitators! Away With You To Hades, And Eat Your Fill Of The Old Masters' Crumbs!

Arrogance On The Part Of The Meritorious Is Even More Offensive To Us Than The Arrogance Of Those Without Merit: For Merit Itself Is Offensive.

Convictions Are Prisons.

All That The World Most Needs Today, Is Combined In The Most Seductive Manner In His Art, — The Three Great Stimulants Of Exhausted People: Brutality, Artificiality And Innocence (idiocy).