Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
If the facts are against you, argue the law. If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.
To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass.
Poetry is a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts.
It is necessary ... for a man to go away by himself ... to sit on a rock ... and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?