In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet

And on the pedestal these words appear:

'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'

Nothing beside remains.
Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker, so an unsuccessful author turns critic

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret.

All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.