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

I travel light; as light, that is, as a man can travel who will still carry his body around because of its sentimental value.

Poetry has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time.

How can a man learn navigation Where there's no rudder?

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

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.

In our plain defects we already know the brotherhood of man.