Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.

The artist must know how far to go too far.

Beauty makes one lose one's head. Poetry is born of this decapitation

I'm not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty.

Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.

Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.

Poetry is a religion with no hope.