Poetry is a religion without hope, but its martyrs guarantee the eternal truth of its dogma.
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
The course of a river is almost always disapproved of by the source.
And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.