Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, so the weary travelers may find repose.

Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.

We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.

They used to pour millet on graves or poppy seeds To feed the dead who would come disguised as birds. I put this book here for you, who once lived So that you should visit us no more.

Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.

It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.

Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.