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.

It's actually the spirit helping the spirit; it is the doctor, the bed, the potion.

Jealousy is a grievous passion that jealously seeks what causes grief.

Since people no longer attend church, theater remains as the only public service, and literature as the only private devotion.

When the theater gates open, a mob pours inside, and it is the poet's task to turn it into an audience.

The plot! The plot! What kind of plot could a poet possibly provide that is not surpassed by the thinking, feeling reader? Form alone is divine.

What is done for the children is doubly beneficial, since their success, obvious to everyone, educates the parents as well.