There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.

When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.

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

You've got to understand life, understand it when you're young.

The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

Childhood is not only the childhood we really had but also the impressions we formed of it in our adolescence and maturity. That is why childhood seems so long. Probably every period of life is multiplied by our reflections upon the next.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.