All Artists Are Self-sacrificing Human Beings, And

In The Ancients, One Sees The Accomplished Letter Of Entire Poetry: In The Moderns, One Has The Presentiment Of The Spirit In Becoming.

The Historian Is A Prophet Looking Backward.

Prudishness Is Pretense Of Innocence Without Innocence. Women Have To Remain Prudish As Long As Men Are Sentimental, Dense, And Evil Enough To Demand Of Them Eternal Innocence And Lack Of Education. For Innocence Is The Only Thing Which Can Ennoble Lack Of Education.

Since Poetry Is Infinitely Valuable, I Do Not Understand Why It Should Be More Valuable Than This Or That Which Is Also Infinitelyvaluable. There Are Artists Who Perhaps Do Not Think Art To Be Too Great, For This Is Impossible, And Yet They Are Not Free Enough To Be Able To Rise Above Their Own Best Accomplishments.

I Have Expressed Some Ideas That Point To The Center; I Have Saluted The Dawn In My Way, From My Point Of View. He Who Knows The Way Should Do The Same, In His Way, And From His Point Of View.