Poetry is the universal art of the spirit which has become free in itself and which is not tied down for its realization to external sensuous material; instead, it launches out exclusively in the inner space and the inner time of ideas and feelings.

The great thing however is, in the show of the temporal and the transient to recognize the substance which is immanent and the eternal which is present. For th…

Only one man ever understood me. ... And he didn't understand me.

Not curiosity, not vanity, not the consideration of expediency, not duty and conscientiousness, but an unquenchable, unhappy thirst that brooks no compromise l…