Art Is Nothing Without Form.

Poetry Is A Subject As Precise As Geometry.

The Citadel Of Machaerus Rose East Of The Dead Sea On A Basalt Peak Shaped Like A Cone, Girdled By Four Deep Valleys; Two About Its Sides, One In Front, And The Fourth Behind.

Antiquite . En Tout Ce Qui S'y Rapporte: Est Poncif, Embe" Tant! Etc. Antiquity. And Everything To Do With It, Cliche D And Boring.

One Day, I Shall Explode Like An Artillery Shell And All My Bits Will Be Found On The Writing Table.

The True Poet For Me Is A Priest. As Soon As He Dons The Cassock, He Must Leave His Family.