What Is Art? Prostitution.

Passion I Hate, And Spirit Does Me Wrong. Let Us Love Gently.

All Good And Genuine Draftsmen Draw According To The Picture Inscribed In Their Minds, And Not According To Nature.

Drink Wine, Drink Poetry, Drink Virtue.

Multitude, Solitude: Equal And Interchangeable Terms For The Active And Prolific Poet.

I Watch The Springs, The Summers, The Autumns; And When Comes The Winter Snow Monotonous, I Shut All The Doors And Shutters To Build In The Night My Fairy Palace.