Poetry Must Have Something In It That

We Are A Free People; And Now You Have Planted In Our Country The Title Deeds Of Our Future Slavery. You Are Neither God Nor Demon; Who Are You, Then, To Make Slaves? Orou! You Understand The Language Of These Men, Tell Us All, As You Have Told Me, What They Have Written On This Sheet Of Metal: This Country Is Ours. This Country Yours? And Why? Because You Have Walked Thereon? If A Tahitian Landed One Day On Your Shores, And Scratched On One Of Your Rocks Or On The Bark Of Your Trees: This Country Belongs To The People Of Tahiti - What Would You Think?

Only Passions, And Great Passions, Can Raise The Soul To Great Things. Without Them There Is No Sublimity, Either In Morals Or In Creativity. Art Returns To Infancy, And Virtue Becomes Small-minded.

It Is Very Important Not To Mistake Hemlock For Parsley, But To Believe Or Not Believe In God Is Not Important At All.

Une Danse Est Un Poe' Me. A Dance Is A Poem.

Doctors Are Always Working To Preserve Our Health And Cooks To Destroy It, But The Latter Are The More Often Successful.