Rule of criticism: only attend to the shape, and the purpose will manifest itself.

Truth-telling frightens me. Lying confuses me.

In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.

Boredom, not the will, is the mother of change. Necessity is the father.

Love sorrows are addictive as other sorrows are not.

Of course I want to be good, but that may not be to your advantage.

Seeing my malevolent face in the mirror, my benevolent soul shrinks back.