The self does not realize itself most fully when self-realization is its most constant aim.

Omissions are not accidents.

When we think we don't like art it is because it is artificial art.

Honesty - however dangerous - should be as valuable as radium it seems to me.

Below the incandescent stars / below the incandescent fruit, / the strange experience of beauty; / its existence is too much; / it tears one to pieces / and each fresh wave of consciousness / is poison.

I see no reason for calling my work poetry except that there is no other category in which to put it.

he who gives quickly gives twice / in nothing so much as in a letter.