It Is Raining Bombs On

Only Passions, And Great Passions, Can Raise The Soul To Great Things. Without Them There Is No Sublimity, Either In Morals Or In Creativity. Art Returns To Infancy, And Virtue Becomes Small-minded.

La Poe Sie Veutquelque Chose D'e Norme, Debarbare Et De Sauvage. Poetry Needs Something On The Scale Of The Grand, The Barbarous, The Savage.

Genius Is Present In Every Age, But The Men Carrying It Within Them Remain Benumbed Unless Extraordinary Events Occur To Heat Up And Melt The Mass So That It Flows Forth.

In Order To Get As Much Fame As One's Father One Has To Much More Able Than He.

You Risk Just As Much In Being Credulous As In Being Suspicious.