Better to separate than never to marry.

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

I have found God, but he is insufficient.

You start out with the sublime and you end up in an alley jerking away for dear life.

But it's just because the chances are all against you, just because there is so little hope, that life is sweet over here.

To be cured, we must rise from our graves and throw off the cerements of the dead. Nobody can do it for another - it is a private affair which is best done collectively. We must die as egos and be born again in the swarm, not separated and self-hypnotized, but individual and related.

To make living itself an art, that is the goal.