A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows.
Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.
Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.
The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another.
Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time.
I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.