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Criticism Is The Windows And Chandeliers Of Art: It Illuminates The Enveloping Darkness In Which Art Might Otherwise Rest Only Vaguely Discernible, And Perhaps Altogether Unseen.

Criticism Is The Art Of Appraising Others At One's Own Value.

A Poet, Any Real Poet, Is Simply An Alchemist Who Transmutes His Cynicism Regarding Human Beings Into An Optimism Regarding The Moon, The Stars, The Heavens, And The Flowers, To Say Nothing Of Spring, Love, And Dogs.

Love Is An Emotion Experienced By The Many And Enjoyed By The Few.

Politics Is The Diversion Of Trivial Men Who, When They Succeed At It, Become Important In The Eyes Of More Trivial Men.