Blessed the geniuses who know / that egomania is not a duty.
One detects creative power by its capacity to conquer one's detachment.
The weak overcomes its/ menace, the strong over-/comes itself.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
The self does not realize itself most fully when self-realization is its most constant aim.
Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.