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

An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.

Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.

Poetry is a religion without hope. The poet exhausts himself in its service, knowing that, in the long run, a masterpiece is nothing but the performance of a trained dog on very shaky ground.

Do not take up cause against the inaccuracies printed about you. They are your protection.

Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.

People seek escape in myth by any means at their disposal, including drugs, alcohol, meditation, and lies.