Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.
Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.
If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.
To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.
The importance of poetry is not measured, finally, by what the poet says but by how he says it.
When a writer declares that his first book is his best, that is bad. I progress successively from book to book.