Gratitude is a fickle thing, indeed. A person taking aim presses the weapon to his chest and cheek, but when he hits, he discardsit with indifference.

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

Turning popular opinion upside down does not make an original.

Poetry, it is often said and loudly so, is life's true mirror. But a monkey looking into a work of literature looks in vain for Socrates.

Critics are reprimanded when they get sarcastic. How absurd! Is the torch of criticism supposed to shine without burning?

How frightening it is to have reached the height of human accomplishment in art that must forever borrow from life's abundance.

The spirit of poetry combines the profundity of the philosopher and the child's delight in bright pictures.