History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds