What Makes Poetry? A Full Heart, Brimful

Paternity Is Based Anyhow Only Upon Conviction: I Am Convinced, Therefore, I Am The Father.

Life Is Too Short To Drink Bad Wine.

Beauty Is A Manifestation Of Secret Natural Laws, Which Otherwise Would Have Been Hidden From Us Forever.

The Deed Is Everything, The Glory Is Naught.

Yes, I Have Finally Arrived To This Capital Of The World! I Now See All The Dreams Of My Youth Coming To Life... Only In Rome Is It Possible To Understand Rome.