It is more essential for the poet to be true in sentiment than in invention.
The artist is in love with a blank canvas, an empty sheet of paper, a piece of rough marble. As soon as his hand has rendered them immortal, he regards them with horror ; and woe to him if he remains in love with them.
Bad poets make of language what bad priests make of religion : a narrow prison.
People call ugliness truth, just as they call coarseness candour.
A bad novel awakens the senses, a good novel the conscience.