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

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.

Listen carefully to first criticisms made of your work. Note just what it is about your work that critics don't like - then cultivate it. That's the only part of your work that's individual and worth keeping.

Expect neither reward nor beatitude. Return noble waves for ignoble.

History is a combination of reality and lies. The reality of History becomes a lie. The unreality of the fable becomes the truth.

Alas! I do not believe that inspiration falls from heaven. think it rather the result of a profound indolence.

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