It Is Peculiar To Mankind To Transcend

A Critic Is A Reader Who Ruminates. Thus, He Should Have More Than One Stomach.

Sense (for A Particular Art, Science, Human Being, And So Forth) Is Divided Spirit; Self-restraint Is Consequently The Result Of Self-creation And Self-destruction.

The Naive Is What Is Or Appears To Be Natural, Individual, Or Classical To The Point Of Irony Or To The Point Of Continuous Alternation Of Self-creation And Self-destruction. If It Is Only Instinct, Then It Is Childlike, Childish, Or Silly; If It Is Only Intention, It Becomes Affectation.

Poetry Can Be Criticized Only Through Poetry. A Critique Which Itself Is Not A Work Of Art, Either In Content As Representation Of The Necessary Impression In The Process Of Creation, Or Through Its Beautiful Form And In Its Liberal Tone In The Spirit Of The Old Roman Satire, Has No Right Of Citizenship In The Realm Of Art.

From What The Moderns Want, We Must Learn What Poetry Should Become; From What The Ancients Did, What Poetry Must Be.