The Poet Is The Complete Lover Of

I May Say That I Think Greed About Poetry Is The Only Permissible Greed - It Is, Indeed, Unavoidable.

Vulgarity Is, In Reality, Nothing But A Modern, Chic, Pert Descendant Of The Goddess Dullness.

Good Taste Is The Worst Vice Ever Invented.

The Aim Of Flattery Is To Soothe And Encourage Us By Assuring Us Of The Truth Of An Opinion We Have Already Formed About Ourselves.

As For The Usefulness Of Poetry, Its Uses Are Many. It Is The Deification Of Reality.