Do you want to see what human eyes have never seen? Look at the moon. Do you want to hear what ears have never heard? Listen to the bird's cry. Do you want to touch what hands have never touched? Touch the earth. Verily I say that God is about to create the world.

A man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Shortly before he dies he discovers that this patient labyrinth of lines is a drawing of his own face.

Your unforgivable sins do not allow you to see my splendor.

No one is a poet from eight to twelve and from two to six. Whoever is a poet is one always, and continually assaulted by poetry.

The certainty that everything has already been written annuls us, or renders us phantasmal.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

Fame is a form, perhaps the worst form, of incomprehension.