I am happy to exhibit, but not to put myself on exhibition.
Lack of manners is the sign of a hero.
Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.
Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.
Beauty makes one lose one's head. Poetry is born of this decapitation
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.