Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.

A man of genius has a right to any mode of expression.

I did not enter into silence. Silence captured me.

I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.

A great age of literature is perhaps always a great age of translations.

What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage.

Better mendacities Than the classics in paraphrase! Some quick to arm, some for adventure, some from fear of weakness, some from fear of censure, some for love of slaughter, in imagination, learning later . . . some in fear, learning love of slaughter; Died some, pro patria, non "dulce" non "et decor" . walked eye-deep in hell believing in old men's lies, the unbelieving came home, home to a lie.