When you can't create you can work

If the poet can no longer speak for society, but only for himself, then we are at the last ditch.

Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.

The enchanting, and sometimes terrifying, thing is that the world can be so many things to so many different souls. That it can be, and is, all these things at once and the same time.

The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses.

What I really hoped for, no doubt, was to come upon one of those lives which begin nowhere, which lead us through marshes and salt flats, trickling away, seemingly without plan, purpose or goal, and suddenly emerge, gushing like geysers, and never cease gushing, even in death.

The only peace, the only security, is in fulfillment.