We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.
Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.
Let us define 'man' as a poet perpetually conspiring against himself.
To write a poem is like trying to catch a lizard without its tail falling off.
Truth is a woman. That is why it is enigmatic.
Life is more complicated than we think, yet far simpler than anyone dares to imagine