A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.

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.

Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you'll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive.

The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.

The job of the poet (a job which can't be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.

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.