When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.

You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

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

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.

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.

The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.

Art is science in the flesh.