Perhaps nothing is entirely true, not even this.
There is nothing more poetic than the truth. He who does not see poetry in it will always be a poor versifier outside of it.
There is only one evil, one crime, one sin: lack of heart.
Endeavour-with most diligent labour, O aspiring artist!-to master content. The form will rise to meet you.
Seen from the moon we are all the same size.
Immortality without eternity is a rope with only one end.