You're not free until you've been made captive by supreme belief.

The hands are the heart's messengers.

What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.

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.

Wolf's wool is the best of wool, / but it cannot be sheared because / the wolf will not comply.

In a poem the excitement has to maintain itself. I am governed by the pull of the sentence as the pull of a fabric is governed by gravity.

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