Dark Error's Other Hidden Side

A Poet Is A World Enclosed In A Man.

The Beginning As Well As The End Of All His Thoughts Was Hatred Of Human Law, That Hatred Which, If It Be Not Checked In Its Growth By Some Providential Event, Becomes, In A Certain Time, Hatred Of Society, Then Hatred Of The Human Race, And Then Hatred Of Creation, And Reveals Itself By A Vague And Incessant Desire To Injure Some Living Being, It Matters Not Who.

Religion, Society, And Nature--these Are The Three Struggles Of Man.

The Aim Of Art Is Almost Divine: To Bring To Life Again If It Is Writing History, To Create If It Is Writing Poetry.

Nothing Can Be Sadder Or More Profound Than To See A Thousand Things For The First And Last Time.