Language should almost break up or explode in its fruitless effort to contain so many meanings.

We are made to be immortal, and yet we die. It's horrible, it can't be taken seriously

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.

We have not the time to take our time.

If one does not understand the usefulness of the useless and the uselessness of the useful, one cannot understand art.

Banality is a symptom of non-communication. Men hide behind their cliches.

The poet cannot invent new words every time, of course. He uses the words of the tribe. But the handling of the word, the accent, a new articulation, renew them.