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

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

Poetry is a religion without hope, but its martyrs guarantee the eternal truth of its dogma.

Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.

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

Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.

Childhood knows what it wants - to leave childhood behind.