Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.

I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.

By the time I was eleven years old, I had been taught that nature, far from abhorring a Vacuum, positively adores it.

When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.

I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.

In the Augustan age ... poetry was ... the sister of architecture; with the romantics, and their heightened vowel-sense, resulting in different melodic lines, she became the sister of music; in the present day, she appears like the sister of horticulture, each poem growing according to the law of its own nature.