In every artist there is a touch of audacity without which no talent is conceivable.

Love grants in a moment what toil can hardly acheive in an age.

When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.

People can only live with their equals, and not even with them; for in the long run they cannot tolerate that someone is their equal.

To be sure, a good work of art can and will have moral consequences, but to demand of the artists moral intentions, means ruiningtheir craft.

As for what I have done as a poet, I take no pride in whatever. Excellent poets have lived at the same time with me, poets more excellent lived before me, and others will come after me. But that in my country I am the only person who knows the truth in the difficult science of colors-of that, I say, I am not a little proud, and here have a consciousness of superiority to many.

Superstition is the poetry of life. It is inherent in man's nature; and when we think it is wholly eradicated, it takes refuge in the strangest holes and corners, whence it peeps out all at once, as soon as it can do it with safety.