The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.
I am burning myself up and will always do so.
The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.
History is a combination of reality and lies. The reality of History becomes a lie. The unreality of the fable becomes the truth.
The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.