A Silent Mouth Is Sweet To Hear.

Whether You Come From Heaven Or Hell, What Does It Matter, O Beauty!

Poetry Has No Goal Other Than Itself; It Can Have No Other, And No Poem Will Be So Great, So Noble, So Truly Worthy Of The Name Of Poem, Than One Written Uniquely For The Pleasure Of Writing A Poem.

A Book Is A Garden, An Orchard, A Storehouse, A Party, A Company By The Way, A Counselor, A Multitude Of Counselors.

Eternal Superiority Of The Dandy. What Is The Dandy?

Drink Wine, Drink Poetry, Drink Virtue.