Words Express Neither Objects Nor Ourselves.

Light Has Called Forth One Organ To Become Its Like, And Thus The Eye Is Formed By The Light And For The Light So That The Inner Light May Emerge To Meet The Outer Light.

But When All Is Said, The Greatest Art Is To Limit And Isolate Oneself.

Doubt Grows With Knowledge.

The Useful May Be Trusted To Further Itself, For Many Produce It And No One Can Do Without It; But The Beautiful Must Be Specially Encouraged, For Few Can Present It, While Yet All Have Need Of It.

As For What I Have Done As A Poet, I Take No Pride In Whatever. Excellent Poets Have Lived At The Same Time With Me, Poets More Excellent Lived Before Me, And Others Will Come After Me. But That In My Country I Am The Only Person Who Knows The Truth In The Difficult Science Of Colors-of That, I Say, I Am Not A Little Proud, And Here Have A Consciousness Of Superiority To Many.