Only when the poet and the scientist work in unison will we have living experiences and knowledge of the marvels of the universe as they are being discovered.

I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.

I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.

The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning.

Women always think that when they have my shoes, my dress, my hairdresser, my makeup, it will all work the same way. They do not conceive of the witchcraft that is needed. They do not know that I am not beautiful but that I only appear to be at certain moments.

Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering.

The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.