Humor (is) the process that allows one to brush reality aside when it gets too distressing.

There is no use being alive if one must work. The event from which each of us is entitled to expect the revelation of his own life’s meaning - that event which I may not yet have found, but on whose path I seek myself - is not earned by work.

My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.

The art of Frida Kahlo is a ribbon around a bomb.

Past and future monopolize the poet’s sensory and intellectual faculties, detached from the immediate spectacle. These two philtres become utterly clear the moment one stops being hypnotized by the cloudy precipitate constituted by the world of today.

What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.

There is By my leaning over the precipice Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion My finding the secret Of loving you Always for the first time