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.

I share no man's opinions; I have my own.

Nature cares nothing for logic, our human logic: she has her own, which we do not recognize and do not acknowledge until we are crushed under its wheel

If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.

I was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.

I agree with no one's opinion. I have some of my own.

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.