A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.
The dagger plunged in the name of freedom is plunged into the breast of freedom.
In a time of crisis, the peoples of the world must rush to get to know each other.
Men are products, expressions, reflections; they live to the extent that they coincide with their epoch, or to the extent that they differ markedly from it.
Men are like the stars; some generate their own light while others reflect the brilliance they receive.
Oh, what company good poets are!