Art is magic, not logic. This craze for the logical spirit in irrational shape is part of the present harmful mania for uniformity.

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

Poetry ennobles the heart and the eyes, and unveils the meaning of all things upon which the heart and the eyes dwell. It discovers the secret rays of the universe, and restores to us forgotten paradises.

If certain critics and poetasters had their way, 'Ordinary Piety' and its child, Dullness, would be the masters of poetry.

Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm.

The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves.

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