If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?

The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.

When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.

When I curse Fate, it's not me, but the earth in me.

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

Every poet depends upon generations who wrote in his native tongue; he inherits styles and forms elaborated by those who lived before him. At the same time, though, he feels that those old means of expression are not adequate to his own experience.