How describe the delicate thing that happens when a brilliant insect alights on a flower? Words, with their weight, fall upon the picture like birds of prey.

The void yields up nothing. You have to be a great poet to make it ring.

Words should be only the clothes, carefully custom-made to fit the thought.

If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.

To think is not enough, you must think of something.

The danger of success is that it makes us forget the world's dreadful injustice.

God does not believe in our God.