I Am Burning Myself Up And Will

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

Art Is A Marriage Of The Conscious And The Unconscious.

Poetry Is A Religion Without Hope, But Its Martyrs Guarantee The Eternal Truth Of Its Dogma.

Alas! I Do Not Believe That Inspiration Falls From Heaven. Think It Rather The Result Of A Profound Indolence.

I Have Lost My Seven Best Friends, Which Is To Say God Has Had Mercy On Me Seven Times Without Realizing It. He Lent A Friendship, Took It From Me, Sent Me Another.