It Is The Duty Of

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.

In Truth, Men Speak Too Much Of Danger.

My Poems Are Like A Dagger Sprouting Flowers From The Hilt; My Poetry Is Like A Fountain Sprinkling Streams Of Coral Water.

Poetry Is The Work Of The Bard And Of The People Who Inspire Him.

In A Time Of Crisis, The Peoples Of The World Must Rush To Get To Know Each Other.