The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.

Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.

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.

The ultimate politeness in art consists of speaking only to those who are able to uncover and measure its relationships. Anything else is symbolic, and symbolism is merely transcendental imagery.

Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie.

And history becomes legend and legend becomes history.

The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.