There was a time when only wise books were read helping us to bear our pain and misery. This, after all, is not quite the same as leafing through a thousand works fresh from psychiatric clinics. And yet the world is different from what it seems to be and we are other than how we see ourselves in our ravings.

A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death - the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged.

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.

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

Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees.

The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.

Irony is the glory of slaves.