In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.
Asceticism without religion is just another way of cultivating peculiar sensations.
I must like my profession, since I can hardly distinguish myself from it.
Critic's delight: scolding the Mighty Dead.
The best propaganda omits rather than invents
Boredom is the only sure cure for neurosis.