Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.

Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

Great lovers will always be unhappy, because, for them, love is of supreme importance. Consequently they demand of their beloved the same intensity of thought as they have for her, otherwise they feel betrayed.

The only way to escape the abyss is to look at it, gauge it, sound it out and descend into it.