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

The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.

I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women's dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born, Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.

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.

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

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.

In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.