Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels.
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
one should always talk well about oneself! The word spreads around and in the end, noone remembers where it started
Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.