Bad Poets Imitate, Good Poets Steal.

Probably, Indeed, The Larger Part Of The Labor Of An Author Composing His Work Is Critical Labor; The Labor Of Sifting, Combining, Constructing, Expunging, Correcting, Testing. This Frightful Toil Is As Much Critical As Creative.

There Is No Feeling, Except The Extremes Of Fear And Grief, That Does Not Find Relief In Music.

The Role Of Art Is Not To Express The Personality But To Overcome It.

I Gotta Use Words To Talk To You.

So Far As We Are Human, What We Do Must Be Either Evil Or Good: So Far As We Do Evil Or Good, We Are Human: And It Is Better, In A Paradoxical Way, To Do Evil Than To Do Nothing: At Least We Exist.