It is not a matter of desire, but of coercion and duty.

Why do comparisons of words and tone poems (poetry and music) never take into consideration that the word is a mere signifier, but that the sound, aside from being a signifier, is also an object?

The manifestation of poetry in external life is formal perfection. True sentiment grows within, and art must represent internal phenomena externally.

What's the meaning of all the pious clamor, condemning cocks and hens? Those who have no teeth are the greatest meat-haters.

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

Love wants to be confirmed with concrete symbols, but recklessness loves instability.

Compilers resemble gluttonous eaters who devour excessive quantities of healthy food just to excrete them as refuse.