Prose and poetry are as different as food and drink.

Love! Hate! Is there no third?

From a distance the rushing of the torrent delights and uplifts us, but it rocks us in a flimsy boat, we are overwhelmed by despair. The same applies to danger.

The art of acting presupposes three phases: understanding a part, intuiting a part, and contemplating the essence of a part.

I understand the phrase "Honor the Women" all too well: the poet has probably a wife of his own, but he prefers to honor another.

Today is, after all, today, but yesterday is of the same substance as tomorrow.

The cradle of the future is the grave of the past.