Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.

Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June.

Poetry is statement of a series of equations, with numbers and symbols changing like the changes of mirrors, pools, skies, the only never-changing sign being the sign of infinity.

The sea is always the same: and yet the sea always changes.

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.

There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted.