I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand.

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.

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

I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand.

There is the joy of being healthy and fair, but there is overall the beauty, the immense joy of being useful.

We are guilty of many errors and many faults, But our worst crime is abandoning the children, Neglecting the fountain of life. Many of the things we need can wait. The child cannot. Right now is the time his bones are being formed, His blood is being made, And his senses are being developed. To him we cannot answer 'Tomorrow.' His name is 'Today.'

What the soul is to the body, so is the artist to his people.