The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress.

She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.

I must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world of shadings, gradations, nuances, and subtleties. He is a genius and yet he is too explicit. June slips between his fingers. You cannot posses without loving.

it was while helping others to be free that I gained my own freedom.

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.

Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him; to this poet she threw an unexpected ladder in the middle of the city and ordained, 'Climb!

To write at the same temperature at which I live I should write nothing but poetry.