The poverty of yesterday was less squalid than the poverty we purchase with our industry today. Fortunes were smaller then as well.

I never reread what I've written. I'm far too afraid to feel ashamed of what I've done.

In vain have oceans been squandered on you, in vain the sun, wonderfully seen through Whitman’s eyes. You have used up the years and they have used up you, and still, and still, you have not written the poem.

Translations are a partial and precious documentation of the changes the text suffers.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms

Writing is only a guided dream.