I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith but I received strength, it tears the world apart. I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores and a young wave will cover my trace.

What has no shadow has no strength to live.

Irony is the glory of slaves.

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

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

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.

The true enemy of man is generalization.