Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.
Whatever the public blames you for, cultivate it; it is yourself.
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.