Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!

There's no such thing as love; only proof of love.

The poet doesn't invent. He listens.

If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.

Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.

All spiritual journeys are martyrdoms

To be audacious with tact, you have to know to what point you can go too far.