The class distinctions proper to a democratic society are not those of rank or money, still less, as is apt to happen when these are abandoned, of race, but of age.

Before people complain of the obscurity of modern poetry, they should first examine their consciences and ask themselves with how many people and on how many occasions they have genuinely and profoundly shared some experience with another...

Composing mortals with immortal fire.

Far from his illness The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests, The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays; By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.

All the rest is silence On the other side of the wall, And the silence ripeness, And the ripeness all.

Without Art, we should have no notion of the sacred; without Science, we should always worship false gods.