For me, a poet is someone who is 'in contact.' Someone through whom a current is passing.

The world is big … May it please the One who perchance is to expand the human heart to life's full measure.

I knew that good like bad becomes a routine, that the temporary tends to endure, that what is external permeates to the inside, and that the mask, given time, comes to be the face itself.

A being afire with life cannot foresee death; in fact, by each of his deeds he denies that death exists.

Books are not life, only its ashes.

And nevertheless I have loved certain of my masters, and those strangely intimate though elusive relations existing between student and teacher, and the Sirens singing somewhere within the cracked voice of him who is first to reveal a new idea. The greatest seducer was not Alcibiades, afterall, it was Socrates.

I believe that friendship, like love, of which it is a particular kind, requires nearly as much art as a successful choreography.