Originality Provokes Originality.

After All, Poets Shouldn't Be Their Own Interpreters And Shouldn't Carefully Dissect Their Poems Into Everyday Prose; That Would Mean The End Of Being Poets. Poets Send Their Creations Into The World, It Is Up To The Reader, The Aesthetician, And The Critic To Determine What They Wanted To Say With Their Creations.

No Sacred Fane Requires Us To Submit To Insult.

Talent Is Nurtured In Solitude; Character Is Formed In The Stormy Billows Of The World.

We Accept Every Person In The World As That For Which He Gives Himself Out, Only He Must Give Himself Out For Something. We Can Put Up With The Unpleasant More Easily Than We Can Endure The Insignificant.

We See Only What We Know.