I had a microscopic eye for the blemish, for the grain of ugliness which to me constituted the sole beauty of the object.
Everything remains unsettled forever, depend on it
Paint what you like and die happy
The imperfections of a man, his frailties, his faults, are just as important as his virtues.You can't separate them. They're wedded.
Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.
If the poet can no longer speak for society, but only for himself, then we are at the last ditch.