Love beauty it is the shadow of God on the universe

All night I have suffered; all night my flesh has trembled to bring forth its gift. The sweat of death is on my forehead; but it is not death, it is life!

My grief and my smile begin in your face, my son.

Now I am nothing but a veil; all my body is a veil beneath which a child sleeps.

You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul.

I write poetry because I can’t disobey the impulse; it would be like blocking a spring that surges up in my throat. For a long time I’ve been the servant of the song that comes, that appears and can’t be buried away. How to seal myself up now?…It no longer matters to me who receives what I submit. What I carry out is, in that respect, greater and deeper than I, I am merely the channel.

For me, religiosity is ... the constant remembrance of the presence of the soul.