Who can tell truth from falsehood any more? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts: no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game? your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me: because all know, and no one understands.

the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.

An artist, a man, a failure, must proceed.

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

most people are perfectly afraid of silence

great men burn bridges before they come to them

It may take two people to make a really beautiful mistake.