Man needs to go outside himself in order to find repose and reveal himself.

To busy oneself with what is futile when one can do something useful, to attend to what is simple when one has the mettle to attempt what is difficult, is to strip talent of its dignity.

But love, like the sun that it is, sets afire and melts everything. what greed and privilege to build up over whole centuries the indignation of a pious spirit, with its natural following of oppressed souls, will cast down with a single shove.

Nature has placed the need to see justice done in some souls, and the need to flout and affront it in others.

A poem is something sacred. Let no one Take it for anything except itself.

We are free, but no to be evil

Man has to suffer. When he has no real afflictions, he invents some.