I am a law only for my kind, I am no law for all.
On the heights it is warmer than those in the valley imagine.
Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.
Who has not for the sake of his reputation sacrificed himself?
Do you call yourself Free? It is your ruling thought that I would hear, and not that you have escaped from a yoke.
The best author will be the one who is ashamed to become a writer.