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.

A flutist who is moved to tears by his own performance will soon make the listeners laugh because of the sounds that he produces.

The state has no religion for the simple reason that it has each and everyone.

Genius resembles a bell; in order to ring it must be suspended into pure air, and when a foreign body touches it, its joyful toneis silenced.

Human life, old and young, takes place between hope and remembrance. The young man sees all the gates to his desires open, and the old man remembers--his hopes.

Our poetry emulates the recent progress in military strategy: Our army's strength is the foot soldiers.

Servants honor their master by their service.