Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem

Hypotheses Are Lullabies For Teachers To Sing Their Students To Sleep.

Beauty Vanishes; Virtue Is Lasting.

The True Poet Is Called To Take In The Splendor Of The World And For That Reason Will Always Be Inclined To Praise Rather Than Tofind Fault.

On Top Of The World, Or In The Depths Of Despair.

The Thinking Person Has The Strange Characteristic To Like To Create A Fantasy In The Place Of The Unsolved Problem, A Fantasy That Stays With The Person Even When The Problem Has Been Solved And Truth Made Its Appearance.