Poetry must be as well written as prose.
All great art is born of the metropolis.
Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.
A little light, like a rushlight / to lead back to splendour.
All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty.
Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men!