The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.

What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.

Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.

Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.

What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. Jacques felt himself growing gloomy again. He was well aware that to live on earth a man must follow its fashions, and hearts were no longer worn.

Childhood knows what it wants - to leave childhood behind.

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