It Is Not My Words That I

You Arrive At Truth Through Poetry; I Arrive At Poetry Through Truth.

Maxims Are To The Intellect What Laws Are To Actions; They Do Not Enlighten, But They Guide And Direct, And, Although Themselves Blind, Are Protective.

Reason Is A Bee, And Exists Only On What It Makes; His Usefulness Takes The Place Of Beauty.

A Temperate Style Is Alone Classical.

Poetry Is To Be Found Nowhere Unless We Carry It Within Us.