If You Want To Get Pleasure Out

Hope Is The Second Soul Of The Unhappy.

Win For Yourself That Which Your Fathers Have Won.

Oh God, How Do The World And Heavens Confine Themselves, When Our Hearts Tremble In Their Own Barriers!

If A Poet Would Work Politically, He Must Give Himself Up To A Party; And So Soon As He Does That, He Is Lost As A Poet.

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.