There is no greater magnificence than to defeat oneself. That is the magnificence.
Malice drinketh up the greater part of its own poison.
I know what I do not know.
The only thing I know is that I know nothing
If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by the madness of the Muses, believing that technique alone will make him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection, but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman.
Where there is reverence there is fear, but there is not reverence everywhere that there is fear, because fear presumably has a wider extension than reverence.