The Essence Of Age Is Intellect. Wherever

No Man Can Be Criticised But By A Greater Than He. Do Not, Then, Read The Reviews.

Poetry Must Be As New As Foam And As Old As The Rock.

The Artists Must Be Sacrificed To Their Art. Like The Bees, They Must Put Their Lives Into The Sting They Give.

Go Out Of The House To See The Moon, And 't Is Mere Tinsel; It Will Not Please As When Its Light Shines Upon Your Necessary Journey. The Beauty That Shimmers In The Yellow Afternoons Of October, Who Could Ever Clutch It? Go Forth To Find It, And It Is Gone: 't Is Only A Mirage As You Look From The Windows Of Diligence.

The Highest Virtue Is Always Against The Law.