Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.

What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.

There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.

Beauty makes one lose one's head. Poetry is born of this decapitation

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

Good music resembles something. It resembles the composer.