One doesn't read poetry while thinking of other things.

Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.

Any comparison diminishes the expressive qualities of the terms of the comparison.

It is quite evident that a barrier must be cleared in order to escape the psychologists and enter into a realm which is not "auto-observant", where we ourselves no longer divide ourselves into observer and observed. Then the dreamer is completely dissolved in his reverie. His reverie is his silent life. It is that silent peace which the poet wants to convey to us.

It is better to live in a state of impermanence than in one of finality.

True poetry is a function of awakening. It awakens us, but it must retain the memory of previous dreams.

To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.