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.

Do not take up cause against the inaccuracies printed about you. They are your protection.

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.

We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.

Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.

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.

Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.