Beauty Makes Idiots Sad And

A Poet, Any Real Poet, Is Simply An Alchemist Who Transmutes His Cynicism Regarding Human Beings Into An Optimism Regarding The Moon, The Stars, The Heavens, And The Flowers, To Say Nothing Of Spring, Love, And Dogs.

Love Demands Infinitely Less Than Friendship.

Common Sense, In So Far As It Exists, Is All For The Bourgeoisie. Nonsense Is The Privilege Of The Aristocracy. The Worries Of The World Are For The Common People.

An Actor Without A Playwright Is Like A Hole Without A Doughnut.

The Bachelors Admired Freedom Is Often A Yoke, For The Freer A Man Is To Himself The Greater Slave He Often Is To The Whims Of Others.