Beyond living and dreaming there is something more important: waking up.

In order to write poetry, you must first invent a poet who will write it.

No one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.

There is no way; we make the road by walking it.

Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.

The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.

Avoid pulpits, platforms, stages and pedestals. Keep to the hard ground. It is the only way you can judge your approximate status as a man.