Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.
Art produces ugly things which frequently become beautiful with time.
It was the East that should have sent us missionaries.
A man's truest self realizations might require him, above all, to learn to close his eyes: to let himself be taken unawares, to follow his dark angel, to risk his illegal instincts.
Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.
My only politics have been friendship.