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When Writing Poetry, It Is Not That Produces A Bright Idea, But The Bright Idea That Kindles The Fire Of.

Great Lovers Will Always Be Unhappy, Because, For Them, Love Is Of Supreme Importance. Consequently They Demand Of Their Beloved The Same Intensity Of Thought As They Have For Her, Otherwise They Feel Betrayed.

Traveling Is A Brutality. It Forces You To Trust Strangers And To Lose Sight Of All That Familiar Comfort Of Home And Friends. You Are Constantly Off Balance. Nothing Is Yours Except The Essential Things: Air, Sleep, Dreams, Sea, The Sky - All Things Tending Towards The Eternal Or What We Imagine Of It.

We Want Realism's Wealth Of Experience And Symbolism's Depth Of Feeling. All Art Is A Problem Of Balance Between Two Opposites.

One Must Look For One Thing Only, To Find Many.