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The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed
The poet doesn't invent. He listens
Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses
I learnt life from the poets
Words become luminous when the poet's finger has passed over them its phosphorescence
Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand
Words too familiar, or too remote, defeat the purpose of a poet
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."