Every day in the mirror I watch death at work.

The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us.

Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.

In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.

My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.

Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.

Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.