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

Consciousness even in my sleep changes primary colors. The features of my face melt like a wax doll in the fire. And who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man?

Irony is the glory of slaves.

And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?

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

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

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.