You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.

As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.

He comes as a guest to the feast of existence, and knows that what matters is not how much he inherits but how he behaves at the feast, and what people remember and love him for.

I have been writing in spurts, bit by bit. It is incredibly difficult. Everything is corroded, broken, dismantled; everything is covered with hardened layers of accumulated insensitivity, deafness, entrenched routine. It is disgusting.

If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself.

That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.

It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.