Mirrors Should Reflect A Little Before Throwing

The Poet Never Asks For Admiration; He Wants To Be Believed.

I Am Happy To Exhibit, But Not To Put Myself On Exhibition.

Everything One Does In Life, Even Love, Occurs In An Express Train Racing Toward Death. To Smoke Opium Is To Get Out Of The Train While It Is Still Moving. It Is To Concern Oneself With Something Other Than Life Or Death.

Whatever The Public Blames You For, Cultivate It; It Is Yourself.

I Have Not Looked At A Newspaper In Twenty Years; If One Is Brought Into The Room, I Flee. This Is Not Because I Am Indifferent But Because One Cannot Follow Every Road.