Napoleon For The Sake Of A Good

All Lyrical Work Must, As A Whole, Be Perfectly Intelligible, But In Some Particulars A Little Unintelligible.

The Rabble Also Vent Their Rage In Words. [ger., Es Macht Das Volk Sich Auch Mit Worten Lust.]

If In The Infinite You Want To Stride, Just Walk In The Finite To Every Side.

Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem Be But A Breath.

If You Are Convinced Of A Matter, You Must Take Sides Or You Don't Deserve To Succeed.