Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.
If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved.
Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea.
Ah, if I were dictator I'd have poets throwing bombs!
The lucky thing was that I was Italian; when the other Italians saw me fight back, they came to my defence.
They, that unnamed they, they've knocked me down but I got up. I always get up -- and I swear when I went down quite often I took the fall; nothing moves a mountain but itself. They, I've long ago named them me.