I'm not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty.
A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.
It is not inspiration; it is expiration.
Look out! Be on your guard, because alone of all the arts, music moves all around you.
Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.
Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.