Use No Superfluous Word, No Adjective, Which

The History Of An Art Is The History Of Masterwork, Not Of Failures, Or Mediocrity.

A People That Grows Accustomed To Sloppy Writing Is A People In The Process Of Losing Grip On Its Empire And On Itself.

Artists Are The Antennae Of The Race.

I Did Not Enter Into Silence. Silence Captured Me.

Poets Who Are Not Interested In Music Are, Or Become, Bad Poets.