You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty - Which draws us together.

What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.

I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.

In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.

They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.

What is history? Its beginning is that of the centuries of systematic work devoted to the solution of the enigma of death, so that death itself may eventually be overcome. That is why people write symphonies, and why they discover mathematical infinity and electromagnetic waves.

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.