I Aim Here Only At Revealing Myself,

We Have More Poets Than Judges And Interpreters Of Poetry. It Is Easier To Write An Indifferent Poem Than To Understand A Good One. There Is, Indeed, A Certain Low And Moderate Sort Of Poetry, That A Man May Well Enough Judge By Certain Rules Of Art; But The True, Supreme, And Divine Poesy Is Equally Above All Rules And Reason. And Whoever Discerns The Beauty Of It With The Most Assured And Most Steady Sight Sees No More Than The Quick Reflection Of A Flash Of Lightning.

It Is A Sign Of Contraction Of The Mind When It Is Content, Or Of Weariness.

He Who Establishes His Argument By Noise And Command Shows That His Reason Is Weak.

Que Sçais-je?" (what Do I Know?)

Intelligence Is Required To Be Able To Know That A Man Knows Not.