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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.


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