Poetry Is An Attenuation, A Rehandling, An

The Highest Form Of Vanity Is Love Of Fame.

The Soul, Too Has Her Virginity And Must Bleed A Little Before Bearing Fruit.

If You Prefer Illusions To Realities, It Is Only Because All Decent Realities Have Eluded You And Left You In The Lurch; Or Else Your Contempt For The World Is Mere Hypocrisy And Funk.

Character Is The Basis Of Happiness And Happiness The Sanction Of Character.

The Combative Instinct Is A Savage Prompting By Which One Man's Good Is Found In Another's Evil.