Even if that is so, there will remain A word wakened by lips that perish, A tireless messenger who runs and runs Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, And calls out, protests, screams.

Language is the only homeland.

Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.

I have defined poetry as a 'passionate pursuit of the Real.

I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy

The true enemy of man is generalization.

It's true that what is morbid is highly valued today, and so you may think that I am only joking or that I've devised just one more means of praising Art with the help of irony.