It is not inspiration; it is expiration.

Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you'll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive.

If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.

The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.

Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.

The public only takes up yesterday as a stick to beat today.

Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.