One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria.

The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate

Imagination is the wide-open eye which leads us always to see truth more vividly.

It's always our touches of vanity that manage to betray us.

Comedy is an escape, not from truth but from despair; a narrow escape into faith.

Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement... says heaven and earth in one word... speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing