Thought Expands, But Paralyzes; Action Animates, But

Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem Be But A Breath.

As For What I Have Done As A Poet, I Take No Pride In Whatever. Excellent Poets Have Lived At The Same Time With Me, Poets More Excellent Lived Before Me, And Others Will Come After Me. But That In My Country I Am The Only Person Who Knows The Truth In The Difficult Science Of Colors-of That, I Say, I Am Not A Little Proud, And Here Have A Consciousness Of Superiority To Many.

No Limit, No Definition, May Restrict The Range Or Depth Of The Human Spirit's Passage Into Its Own Secrets Or The World's.

Music, In The Best Sense, Does Not Require Novelty; Nay, The Older It Is, And The More We Are Accustomed To It, The Greater Its Effect.

What People Call The Spirit Of The Times Is Mostly Their Own Spirit In Which The Times Mirror Themselves.