A Little Too Much Is Just Enough

Understand That Some Of Your Enemies Are Amongst Your Best Friends.

We Are In A Period Of Such Individualism That One No Longer Speaks Of Disciples; One Speaks Of Thieves.

The Poet Is At The Disposal Of The Night. His Role Is Humble, He Must Clean House And Await Its Due Visitation.

A True Poet Does Not Bother To Be Poetical. Nor Does A Nursery Gardener Scent His Roses.

The Public Is Never Pleased With What We Do, Wanting Always A Copy Of What We Have Done.