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.

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

Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.

All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.

I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy

Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, so the weary travelers may find repose.

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