To Verify Images Kills Them, And It

Any Comparison Diminishes The Expressive Qualities Of The Terms Of The Comparison.

The Human Mind Has Claimed For Water One Of Its Highest Values-the Value Of Purity.

The Philosophy Of Poetry Must Acknowledge That The Poetic Act Has No Past, At Least No Recent Past, In Which Its Preparation And Appearance Could Be Followed.

If We Did Not Have A Feminine Being Within Us, How Would We Rest Ourselves?

We Comfort Ourselves By Reliving Memories Of Protection. Something Closed Must Retain Our Memories, While Leaving Them Their Original Value As Images. Memories Of The Outside World Will Never Have The Same Tonality As Those Of Home And, By Recalling These Memories, We Add To Our Store Of Dreams; We Are Never Real Historians, But Always Near Poets, And Our Emotion Is Perhaps Nothing But An Expression Of A Poetry That Was Lost.