Poetry Has Become The Higher Algebra Of

Thought Is Not A Gift To Man But A Laborious, Precarious And Volatile Acquisition.

Effort Is Only Effort When It Begins To Hurt.

Man Adapts Himself To Everything, To The Best And The Worst.

Our Firmest Convictions Are Apt To Be The Most Suspect; They Mark Our Limitations And Our Bounds. Life Is A Petty Thing Unless It Is Moved By The Indomitable Urge To Extend Its Boundaries.

We Do Not Live To Think, But, On The Contrary, We Think In Order That We May Succeed In Surviving.