I admired my father very much... at the age of sixteen. But now I see that he was a brutal and cruel man, - but not without remorse, and that was what tortured us, his alternations.

Time is the school in which we learn, time is the fire in which we burn.

At the moment I'm so exhausted that I feel like cutting my throat, so the next news masy well be that I am across the river and under the trees: what is the meaning and purpose of life? Death.

Poetry must be as new as foam & old as rock.

What was the freedom to which the adult human being rose in the morning, if each act was held back or inspired by the overpowering ghost of a little child?

Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage. Courage is the most desperate, admirable and noble kind of love.

What does long life avail? The best seats at the funerals of friends.