Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
Irony is the glory of slaves.
Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.