There's something tragic in the fate of almost every person--it's just that the tragic is often concealed from a person by the banal surface of life.... A woman will complain of indigestion and not even know that what she means is that her whole life has been shattered.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?

That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.

Nature creates while destroying, and doesn't care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn't extinguished, as long as death doesn't lose its rights.

Illness isn't the only thing that spoils the appetite.

Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don't have far to go, either.