No Artist Tolerates Reality.

Whoever Thinks Much And To Good Purpose Easily Forgets His Own Experiences, But Not The Thoughts Which These Experiences Have Called Forth.

This Mother Needs Happy, Reputable Children, And That One Needs Unhappy Ones: Otherwise She Cannot Show Her Kindness As A Mother.

One Does Not Want To Be Deceived, Under The Supposition That It Is Injurious, Dangerous, Or Fatal To Be Deceived.

Early In The Morning, At Break Of Day, In All The Freshness And Dawn Of One's Strength, To Read A Book -i Call That Vicious!

We Talk So Abstractly About Poetry Because All Of Us Are Usually Bad Poets.