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Today I Felt Pass Over Me A Breath Of Wind From The Wings Of Madness.

If The Poet Has Pursued A Moral Objective, He Has Diminished His Poetic Force.

The Lover Of Life Makes The Whole World Into His Family, Just As The Lover Of The Fair Sex Creates His From All The Lovely Women He Has Found, From Those That Could Be Found, And Those Who Are Impossible To Find.

It Is From The Womb Of Art That Criticism Was Born.

Color... Thinks By Itself, Independently Of The Object It Clothes.