In most men there exists a poet who died young, whom the man survived.

If you want to succeed, limit yourself.

With everyone born human, a poet - an artist - is born, who dies young and who is survived by an adult.

Nothing is more painful to me than the disdain with which people treat second-rate authors, as if there were room only for the first-raters.

Despair itself if it goes on long enough, can become a kind of sanctuary in which one settles down and feels at ease.

If I had a device, it would be the true, the true only, leaving the beautiful and the good to settle matters afterwards as best they could.

What signifies the ladder, provided one rise and attain the end?