The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.

Childhood knows what it wants - to leave childhood behind.

And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.

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

Art produces ugly things which frequently become beautiful with time.

Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.

Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.