Strange that we all defend our wrongs with more vigor than we do our rights.
To belittle, you have to be little.
Inspiration is in seeing a part of the whole with the part of the whole in you.
I want every image to be the beginning of an unseen image.
Yet has not Man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding?
Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, whose nourishment is the heart, whose wine is affection. Poetry that comes not in this form is a false messiah.