Now my belly is as noble as my heart.
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!
For me, religiosity is ... the constant remembrance of the presence of the soul.
The poet is an untier of knots, and love without words is a knot, and it drowns.
Love beauty it is the shadow of God on the universe
Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world.