I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

I had learned to harness ignorance with presumption. I was ready to become an unacknowledged watercolorist.

I saw through to the last sign and symbol, but I could not read her face. I could see only the eyes shining through, huge, fleshy-like luminous beasts, as though I were swimming behind them in the electric effluvia of her incandescent vision.

The world itself is pregnant with failure, is the perfect manifestation of imperfection, of the consciousness of failure.

Develop an Interest in Life as you see it.

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