I don't see why it's impossible to express everything that's on one's mind.

I share no man's opinions; I have my own.

I don't see why it's impossible to express everything that's on one's mind.

So long as one's just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.

That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.

I agree with no one's opinion. I have some of my own.

It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.