It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.

I demanded a realm in which I should be both master and slave at the same time: The world of art is the only such realm.

I'm an egotist, but I'm not selfish. There's a difference. I'm a neurotic, I guess. I can't stop thinking about myself. It isn't that I think myself so important. I simply can't think about anything else, that's all.

In expanding the field of knowledge we but increase the horizon of ignorance.

Writing is its own reward.

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

If any man dared to translate all that is in his heart, to put down what is really his experience, what is truly his truth, I think then the world would go to smash, that it would be blown to smithereens and no god, no accident, no will could ever again assemble the pieces, the atoms, the indestructible elements that have gone to make up the world.