Cats, So Strong And Gentle, The Pride

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

To Be Just, That Is To Say, To Justify Its Existence, Criticism Should Be Partial, Passionate And Political, That Is To Say, Written From An Exclusive Point Of View, But A Point Of View That Opens Up The Widest Horizons.

A Study Of The Great Malady; Horror Of Home.

The Poet Is A Kinsman In The Clouds Who Scoffs At Archers, Loves A Stormy Day; But On The Ground, Among The Hooting Crowds, He Cannot Walk, His Wings Are In The Way.

Nearly All Our Originality Comes From The Stamp That Time Impresses Upon Our Sensibility.