Dancing Is Poetry With Arms And Legs.

Poetry Has No Goal Other Than Itself; It Can Have No Other, And No Poem Will Be So Great, So Noble, So Truly Worthy Of The Name Of Poem, Than One Written Uniquely For The Pleasure Of Writing A Poem.

The Lover Of Life Makes The Whole World Into His Family, Just As The Lover Of The Fair Sex Creates His From All The Lovely Women He Has Found, From Those That Could Be Found, And Those Who Are Impossible To Find.

No Task Is A Long One But The Task On Which One Dare Not Start. It Becomes A Nightmare.

There Are As Many Kinds Of Beauty As There Are Habitual Ways Of Seeking Happiness.

The Priest Is An Immense Being Because He Makes The Crowd Believe Astonishing Things.