Mankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down.

There is no one so bound to his own face that he does not cherish the hope of presenting another to the world.

I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

The afternoon is bright, with spring in the air, a mild March afternoon, with the breath of April stirring, I am alone in the quiet patio looking for some old untried illusion - some shadow on the whiteness of the wall some memory asleep on the stone rim of the fountain, perhaps in the air the light swish of some trailing gown.

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

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

Wherever learning breeds specialists, the sum of human culture is enhanced thereby. That is the illusion and consolation of specialists.