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

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.

A work settles nothing, just as the labor of a whole generation settles nothing. Sons, and the morrow, always start afresh.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.

When we read, we are not looking for new ideas, but to see our own thoughts given the seal of confirmation on the printed page. The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own—the place where we live—and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves

If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears.

We never remember days, only moments.