What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.

The poet is at the disposal of the night. His role is humble, he must clean house and await its due visitation.

There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.

It was the East that should have sent us missionaries.

The composer opens the cage door for arithmetic, the draftsman gives geometry its freedom.

The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, the finish by loading honors on your head.