With his night-cap and his night-shirt tatters,He botches up the loop-holes in the structure of the world.

Reason exercises merely the function of preserving order, is, so to say, the police in the region of art. In life it is mostly a cold arithmetician summing up our follies.

The weather-cock on the church spire, though made of iron, would soon be broken by the storm-wind if it... did not understand the noble art of turning to every wind.

There is no Sixth Commandment in art. The poet is entitled to lay his hands on whatever material he finds necessary for his work.