See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering! See, they return, one, and by one, With fear, as half-awakened; As if the snow should hesitate And murmur in the wind, and half turn back.

I dunno what my 23 infantile years in America signify. I left as soon as motion was autarchic -- I mean my motion.

Allow me to say that I would long since have committed suicide had desisting made me a professor of Latin.

A great age of literature is perhaps always a great age of translations.

When two men in business always agree, one of them is unnecessary.

Poetry is a very complex art.... It is an art of pure sound bound in through an art of arbitrary and conventional symbols.

The real meditation is ... the meditation on one's identity. Ah, voilà une chose!! You try it. You try finding out why you're you and not somebody else. And who in the blazes are you anyhow? Ah, voilà une chose!