Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.
It is hardly respectable to be good nowadays.
I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.
All great art contains an element of the irrational.
My temper is not spoilt. I am absolutely non-homicidal. Nor do I ever attack unless I have been attacked first, and then Heaven have mercy upon the attacker, because I don't! I just sharpen my wits on a wooden head as a cat sharpens its claws on the wood legs of a table.
As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality. It should make our days holy to us. The poet should speak to all men, for a moment, of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.