Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it's a miracle that we don't dissolve in our baths.

All spiritual journeys are martyrdoms

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

The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.

At all costs the true world of childhood must prevail, must be restored; that world whose momentous, heroic, mysterious quality is fed on airy nothings, whose substance is so ill-fitted to withstand the brutal touch of adult inquisition.

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.

Without opium, plans, marriages and journeys appear to me just as foolish as if someone falling out of a window were to hope to make friends with the occupants of the room before which he passes.